A Cherub's Diary

Shrouded by the comfort of peace
Encompassed in the blissful ignorance,
Opening his wonder-filled eyes
He glanced around the ambience for benevolence.

Prodded to be on his own

Confounded and quivering he lay,

Rolling his doleful eyes

His baby steps struggled to find a way.

Waddling and quaking through the wobbly road

And clambering down the dim lane,

Plagued by a jitterbugged soul

He tried hard to appease the aching pain.

Every turn he took, everywhere he saw

Wickedness disguised in an apocalyptic attire,

Couched under layers of deceiving smiles

Lay knives of slashing desire.

He hopped, howled, weeped and scowled,

But cruelty curbed to melt,

Nearby, amassing from fragments known and lost

Silhouetted a figure, calm and svelte.

Caressing the flushed cheeks of the lost soul,

On his tiny trembling lips, she cast her glance,

Her angelic touch, like magical feathers

Mounted them into a chariot of trance.

Clipping down its twirling claws, they landed

Into the heaven of his lost home, 

He shot an incredulous look all around

Oh, tears conglomerated with naive foam.

Embracing the blessing of blessings

Bidding goodbye to every jiffy of unnerving disdain, 

He smiled through tears of happiness reborn

And whisked his way into his homeland again.

- Sayantani Sarkar.