This poem was submitted by Aditya Rao. He used the submission form to send the poem he wrote directly to The Ministry of Poetic Affairs.
By Aditya Rao
When seized by fears of what fate might await
Me hence right ‘round bends of endless return:
Whether hate will hasten me; or some gate
To nether worlds that, till far-off date, burn
But never quite cremate, opens; or doom
With oppressive perfume so bittersweet,
Will come by this way someday to exhume
Me, but with smelling salts of grand deceit;
In cosmos bereft, long godforsaken:
Nothing left therein behind which to hide
But windows to some sure desolation,
Though not wide enough to see what’s inside;
Oh, when so seized by fears that won’t soon cease,
I find in piece of mind my master-peace.