Poem : Unfinished

Tell me, why are you so afraid,

why do you hesitate to turn that page?

What is this story you are reading,

what are you afraid of, the monster or the cage?

Are you afraid of drowning in its depths,

of all the truths and the lies it can tell?

Are you afraid of all the questions it asks,

or all the answers that were forged in its hell?

Do you see yourself in the shadows of that story,

or do you see the silhouette of what could have been?

Do you see a monster who was afraid to seek redemption,

or do you see a mirror but the reflection never seen?

A life, birthed and buried in the depths of these pages,

yearns to be held till the end of the line.

So why do you break its yearning of ages,

what is this fear that creeps up your spine?

It sounds like all the battles your heart is fighting,

and the breaking walls of "what can't" and "what can".

Go on dear comrade, turn those pages,

what lies at the end is, but a changed man.

-Sushant Kumar Das