Atonement: A poem by Banani Sikdar

A noisy world often makes me forget the bliss of silence,

With a heady approach, I give in to confusion, miss out on resilience.

Insisting on my own truth, I hardly pay heed to the truths of others, 

Forgetting that each has a truth to share, from Prince to pauper.

Competition and comparison, two viles, only vex me to stoop low,

Other's glory is not my glory, feel the cynical me, hollow.

I decline to salute the real heroes of mundane life,

Who with diligence, strive for lofty success, cornering strife.

I am a more cautious professional than being familial,

Setting aside the aesthetics, I tried more often the world, material.

Dark and negative musings destroy me bit by bit,

Bereft of positive vibes, I am jittery, ever ready to quit.

An uncouth mind, so full of turmoil and turbulence,

Surrounded by loved ones, I fail to experience love's opulence. 

Hightime, I redress myself with correction and reevaluation, 

Look up to God, to rise in me, to guide me for my resurrection. 

Therefore, fine-tuning my entangled, messy thoughts, 

Reestablishing my fragile bond with God, my Saviour, 

In whatever form may I visualize or realize my Creator. 

Without inhibitions, I surrender to The Almighty for retribution, 

Confessing my wretched thoughts, I seek atonement, for ultimate salvation.