A humourous poem in defence of lethargy, by Soumya, for Different Truths.
All my energy Is seeping out of me This extreme lethargy This height of ennui Will be the death of me For there’s a gaping hole In the fabric of my soul They have abandoned me Floundering in a cold dark sea I hoped they would come back And bring the joy I lack I thought that it would seal And that I would heal But the trickle became a spout My energy all drained out I am sinking in dark despair In the Dementor’s lair The joy is sucked out of my soul I’m drowning in a bottomless hole Will someone help me This is a desperate plea
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Soumya Mukherjee is an alumnus of St Stephens College and Delhi School of Economics. He earns his daily bread by working for a PSU Insurance company, and lectures for peanuts. His other passions, family, friends, films, travel, food, trekking, wildlife, music, theater, and occasionally, writing. He has been published in many national newspapers of repute. He has published his first novel, Memories, a novella, hopefully, the first of his many books. He blogs as well.
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