Name Nisar Ahmad
Country India
Title: The Incomplete
Journey
Everything changed so fast,
You left my hand in pain.
The love we had is past,
I walk alone in rain.
The silence makes a sound,
Dreams cut like broken glass.
No comfort can be found,
As lonely hours pass.
I pick up memories old,
My fingers feel so weak.
The world is dark and cold,
With tears upon my cheek.
I call you in the air,
Then laugh at what I do.
I wish you knew my care,
And understood me too.
Author : Somdatta Mitra
Country : India
Dated : 07.01.2026.
Title : AN ODE TO PRINCE HAMLET
Your naivety, shrouded in disingenuous penumbra, Was a poniard in an entail ;
Like a pontoon adrift in turbulent tides bound to fail.
Marked by grief, suspicion, and the thirst for revenge,
You bore the scars of reason, swayed by a vow you pledged.
Torn in agony, your soul cleft in twain,
Echoing the deceit that Claudius’s rule did regain.
In the storm of admonitions your father’s ghost did stir,
You donned the veil of madness, justice was what you were after.
Feigning derangement to avenge that grim crime,
While damnation danced through your mother’s misaligned time.
You staged a play to mirror mendacity’s face,
A cunning trap dressed in theatrical grace.
Your sentience sparked a prudence bold,
A maverick spirit in tragedy’s hold.
Is this a paean or a dirge to your name?
A painterly plea to rid yourself of shame.
In strong defiance that robbed you of peace,
You stood as a tempest that would never cease.
Oh! That grim moment when you struck down Polonius,
A floodgate of horror, your soul uproarious.
Locked in a moral and vengeful plight,
You faltered when Claudius knelt in prayer’s light.
My heart sinks at life’s fragile thread,
Fate’s cruel dance, where so much blood was shed.
Through you, Shakespeare etched his tragic voice,
Stirring my heart with life’s transient choice.
Oh, dearest prince, your skepticism birthed many woes,
A tale of indecision where madness grows.
Yet, despite your flaws and erratic schemes,
I revere your nobility, your cynical dreams.
Your death, a truth too painful to bear,
Yet in my eyes, your heroism shines rare.
A destiny sealed in sorrow and breath,
You mourned with wounds the world left in death.
©️®️Somdatta Mitra
