THE IRONY OF LIFE

I wish not to dispense with thee,

For you are my bread and butter.

I have grown weary of this loathsome act;

But my very arms are tied by circumstance.

For the reason that I kill you, is to live another day, to eat another meal!

To satiate the pangs of “want” rooted from the vagaries of ill – fate and meager resource.

For I am destined to kill the very source of my sustenance.

I fear tomorrow, when thou shalt not be with me!

I find myself in a deep dilemma, in dire straits, in quandary sans – pareil

What shall I bequeath to my future generations, I know not. Irksome conscience, consumes my thought, lurking all the time.

For what shall I utter in defence when I’m faced with the most telling question of my life, the most compelling question of the times?

How would I ever justify the taking away of life?

I know not!

But I am tied by destiny, hammered by sin and bent by guilt.

For in repentance, I shall languish in my own guilt, reconcile to my self – made fate and relinquish this agonizing burden.

For my sardonic fate torments me!

My mind is laden with the wrath of my vocation,

My palm, moist from the sweat of murder; strangles my conscience.

I wish nothing more, but to be resuscitated;

To salvage some reason to “live”, again!



--------Pronoy.



This poem is about the predicament of a lumberjack. Their income depends on wood cutting/commercial felling and one finds it deeply ironical that they strike the very roots of their livelihood, quite literally.
It depicts a lumberjack's sentiment for "the tree".

hmmm........well written.........