The Compass of the North and East
Born with a compass
He knew exactly what was to be done
‘Which way do I go’- The thought never crossed his mind
He had to traipse northward
Run towards the dawning light
Meant to purge all evil from sight
He’d raise a gun with a smile
And glance down at his scarlet palm
With muted wails of taking lives
Of those seeped in the quagmire of evil
The privileged ones who feasted on the weak.
Oh, he never once regretted
His existence of sin
Once his compass pointed east
He’d give himself up to the gallows
In gladness, burning.
Dibyasree Nandy is the author of ‘The Labyrinth of Silent Voices: Epistles from the Mahabharata’, ‘Stardust: Haiku and Other Voices’, ‘Studded With Rubies; A Hundred Short Stories’, ‘Meteor Shower’, ‘Fireflies Beneath the Misty Moon’, ‘April Verses’, ‘The Terrorist’s Journal’, ‘An Upset Inkpot’ and ‘Tabula Rasa’. Two of her books are currently in the process of publication. Her works of prose and poetry have appeared in more than 90 anthologies and literary journals. She holds two Master degrees in science and engineering. Drawing is her hobby. She has also served as an editor.
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