The magnificent grave: A Poem

The Magnificent Grave

~ Sanjhbati Mukherjee

Get up girl, and find your grave
You don't belong here, 

Walk back to your cage
The world ain't entertained 

By your petty little epiphanies
Stand behind the bars, and pacify your rage.
You'll probably get down, 

Hoping to see the treasures hidden
And then, for the millionth time, 

You'll have your heart broken
Shattered, bruised, rusted, and gone
All ephemeral love 

You fondled, is now taken.

Fall down, and die- 

CAN'T YOU HEAR?
Your denouement calls, 

It's insanely near
Can you hide your flaws, 

Beneath your skin?
You can't, ain't it clear?
Want to be loved, go 

And starve yourself
Satisfy your world, 

By your petty little shells
We ain't coherent, you ain't loved
You just lost yourself to our games.

The autumn chill just 

Ran down your spine
There ain't any hope of a spring
You'll ebb and flow through 

The currents of despair
We shall be standing at the end, 

With your coffin.
You'll see a perfect life of love and lust
All after you surrender to your fate
But first lose yourself, 

To our designations
And lie down in 

Your magnificent grave.

*She is the 3rd winner of the poetry contest organized by Wings of Words in 2022. This particular poem is first published in the poetry anthology Heap of Broken Images, edited by Vickey David.

About the Author:

Sanjhbati Mukherjee is a student of St. Xavier's School Burdwan, studying in 11th standard in science stream. She has an unmatchable love for writing poems and songs, and considers Taylor Swift as her idol. She believes that emotions form the root of all creations, and hence is driven a bit more by feelings, than intuition. Alongside that, she is a practitioner of Indian Classical dance and music.