The Underworld

Dark was the day,
As dark as colour could never say;
Dark with no light,
Too dark to mean anything but night;


I was surrounded by such darkness,
Too pure to let a spark harness;
Long back I realized I was bound,
My early revolts were pinned to ground;

Arms and limbs captivated in art,
I was left to listen to my heart;
With no strength to unfasten the knot,
For days I lived so cracking the plot;

A door was being knocked in a hall,
The knocks betrayed life beyond the wall;
Days passed in the comforting rumble,
It gave just reason not to grumble;

One day I felt the ground trembling,
The cell was literally shrinking;
I hollered for release, but in vain,
The soared knocks meant the men were insane;
The shrinking cell choked life out of me,
I felt left in the midst of a sea;
A speck shone in what might be the rest,
I swayed my hands to pull me abreast;

The rumbling waters shielded my sight,
Through blurred eyes I saw the fading light;
In one desperate urge to get out,
I kicked my whole-self up and about;

A lightening hit me in the face,
At once I knew, that ended the race;
Least did I know who the winner was,
Till my deafened ears heard the buzz;

I saw light surround me all around,
Light that could pin darkness to ground;
I cried in pain at the stinging light,
A mother embraced to shield my plight;

Tears flew down my withering lips,
As I gulped down the breast-fed sips;
It was pain that surpassed all pleasure,
Pleasure that passed pain of all measure.