LIFE BEWILDERED

 

LIFE BEWILDERED

Watch the hues on dews, sunrays,
Winter mornings picture yet dismays,
No more vanishes the jewel, look,
For moments glorifying time hook (1)

Dark is the night, jasmine fragrant,
At dawn on the ground, a remnant,
The perfume of short life, a legacy,
Memory hunt young life in ecstasy, (2)

Today is a close friend yet an enemy,
Time changes the heart, shows uncanny,
Love turns to bitter fight, fade well,
No more in the world how to quell, (3)

The fight and fright are quite a sight,
Supersede weaker defeat the might,
Turtle wins the race, deer is surprised.
Scolded benevolence cheat is prized, (4)

A tall tree stood for a century uprooted,
Grass still survives the wind, exhibited,
No chance tree grows, automatically,
Rain turns dry grass alive phenomenally, (5)

A hen in the morning announces, Lovely,
Nightingale cuckoo sings in melancholy,
Rainbow's seven colors, an arch painted,
Thirsty heart lost passion, mind wanted, (6)

Newborn welcome youth now a thorn,
Old parents worshipped God, mourned,
Humans are puzzled, hope is confused
Look at the stars, full moon let bemuse, (7)

Mind is blind, emotion is an illusion trail.
Temple bell ringing and peace prevail,
Temporary is a lifetime insight preferred.
Gold molds mind, cons life bewildered, (viii)

Written by: Bijayananda Mishra
Date of writing: 14 May 2026
Themes: Mind plays in disbelief
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THE DUTY OF A SISTER

 

THE DUTY OF A SISTER

She has opted for service, saves a life,
Trouble, sickness, and face strife,
Unfailingly attend duty watchful,
Patient's condition, helping cool (1)

White petticoat, white cap, glove,
A mask on her face, staying, solve,
An oxygen pipe and a saline bottle.
Her eyes on the drip adjust nobly, (2)

A life eyes closed breathing calm,
She adjusts the room, not warm,
Notices fluctuating cardio graph,
She measures stands never laugh, (3)

Adjust, saline drips oxygen, alert,
Measure blood pressure as an effort,
Read body temperature or inject,
The dose of medicine it protects, (4)

The night was quiet and silent, ticking
A watch on the wall she was watching,
Unknown to her, she is praying,
If a patient sees the dawn, lying, (5)

An unearthly love care, tenderness,
Her healing touch, a feeling of caress,
Alert, watchful, and active she sits,
Cleans urine, injects blood bottle, (6)

Her readings, doctor's visit, a hope,
A sick person will see light, a scope,
Improving health recovers slowly,
Smiles of the sister show lovely, (7)

The dawn breaks, bright sunlight,
Life conquered sickness in delight,
A sick recovered released quitting,
The duty of a sister is happy, weeping. (viii)

Pen: Bijayananda Mishra
Date: 12 May 2026
Themes: Nurse's Day
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LONG ROAD

 

LONG ROAD

Witnessed famous life stories,
Staggering performances series,
Unimaginable, daunting task fit.
Courage aspiration belief quite,
Stay anonymous, grassroots, life,
Book of life, a long road, in strife,
Enormous self endeavor, victory,
Not one countless brave history,
A ticket collector in a railway play,
A famous cricket player displays,
Success showers money and assets,
Unknown face to known attests,
A man at the petrol pump he serves,
In a few years, his name will deserve to be,
A wealthy industrialist rises steeply,
Miracle, an unknown face, rises fully,
A tea seller, childhood, less dream,
Fate honest working hard stream,
Over a billion people believe,
For a decade, he has ruled a country striving,
No one knew him, an unknown face,
Billion plus the nation love trace,
A child was selling newspapers,
He was the son of a poor fisherman
Studied merit scholarship at a higher level,
A famous scientist of land security,
Actor, professor, leader, writer, list
A long road, human life, and tryst,
Sequel to progress each step sad,
The thorn under the foot bleeds mad,
Alone, lonely life, humans know,
Bitterest fight hostile events rows,
The firm conviction rational steal,
Tomorrow is unbelievable, reveal,
The long road has pits, crevasses,
Challenge of life lost, not fantasy,
Look at tall trees fighting for light, try,
A tiny plant loses sunlight to die,
The long road span of life equals,
Not a deer but a tortoise wins, visually,
Long-road procrastination indicates,
Superstars shine on a phenomenal date,
The long road life finds its objective,
Short or long road human relative.

Pen: Bijayananda Mishra
Themes: The objective of life is to succeed
Written: 12 May 2026
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CAPTIVATES A NIGHT

 

CAPTIVATES A NIGHT

Alone on the rooftop sat at night,
Full moon, millions of stars delight,
Bathed in silvery light, clouds hide,
Twinkling stars all messages reside, (1)

Uncanny solitude, silence, musical,
For an hour sat listening to the primeval,
Distant universe life raises doubts,
Unknown world a paradise scouts, (2)

Gentle breeze whispers undecided,
Moisture on hair cools decoded,
Far from the distance, the cuckoo is singing,
Resounding a temple bell ringing, (3)

Overwhelmed musical night seems,
Nameless existence to moon beam,
Learned minute presence illumines,
Silvery light washed sadness shines, (4)

The black spot on the moon is beautiful,
Human misdeeds correction spot dutiful,
Bright the human heart, radiant lightly,
Eyes matched with the moon slightly, (5)

Lonely roads below pavement wail,
Lamp post in gloom, melancholy tells,
Casually barks a dog shadow moving,
Drowsy, heavy eyelids, valley dreaming (6)

Slept, saw blue fairies' paradise allure,
A dream comes as a night of peaceful failure,
Weep the night with dew, dawn soon,
Vanishes the sweet dreams in a cocoon, (7)

Slept on the bed, a warm sheet cover,
Continued the heavenly feeling pure,
Prayed, Almighty, may awaken sight,
Loneliness and silence captivate a night, (viii)

Written by: Bijayananda Mishra
Date of writing: 11 May 2026
Themes: A night and the moon intoxicate
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LIPS SIP TEARS

 

LIPS SIP TEARS

Infinite the attraction she prays,
A lap holds a child, the heart says,
Blissful, her life eyes lovingly well,
Dressed bosom sleeps a baby tell, (1)

How soon learned to crawl, walk,
Mother's hand helped fear lack,
Growth time shows taller height,
School-going kid studies yet revels, (2)

Excels in result, black gown, a hat,
Overwhelmed, a mother, but sat
Her hungry eyes sipping the sight,
Wait eternally behind a window, write, (3)

Reminding her of her immense prayers,
Her child is becoming stable, dares,
Dreaming sweeps her mind, a day,
Name and fame bestowed, a way, (4)

Recalled her past days, a sick child,
Shivering with fever, crying wild,
Kneeling down before the picture, yell,
Heal my baby, O Almighty, to quell (5)

Recovered to pink health, playful,
She looked at happiness, tearful,
Grown-up cub no more is seeking,
Prosperous career status wishing, (6)

Fate gave time wave, save money,
Long flight overseas, sought honey,
Mother didn't receive a letter, quiet.
Stand behind a door, eager to wait, (7)

A fledgling bird hatched far off a land,
Her mother scarcely had any demands,
Harbors worries, tensions, and her fears,
Burns the wick, oil lamp, lips in tears, (viii)

Written by: Bijayananda Mishra
Date of writing: 10 May 2025
Themes: Divine Motherhood
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RAG PICKERS

 

RAG PICKERS

Civilization, present-generation era,
Concrete jungle lost fauna and flora,
Consumes water at phenomenal rates,
Polluted, toxic water, pathetic terrain,
Curse for humans, plastic distresses,
Land, river, ocean, polythene ingress,
Every day, the city generates waste.
Pollute air, water, soil, growing reward,
Prosperity, luxury, comfort, pseudo lit,
Staggering context, stinking filth exists,
Uncontrollable, burns, smoke, chokes,
Rag pickers run; urbanization mocks,
Kids of tender age pick plastic bottles,
Dirty and torn clothes, the kid struggles,
A few rupees per day from the plastic bag gain,
Hungry parents wait for money in vain
The future of the country's kids is growing,
Health parameters, sick, weak, showing,
Have seen skyscrapers, highways lit,
Metros, airport, railway station, light
Rag pickers pick bottles thrown away,
Exchange plastic bottles for lunch,
Pick foods thrown away, a happy smile,
Generation, tomorrow's youth style,
Barbaric, violent, illiterate, unsociable,
The country is responsible for critical,
Several decades ago, lives were ordinary,
Invention of modern age imaginary,
Population less plastic not in use,
Cotton bags, glass bottles, life reuse,
Use and throw life learned started,
Television, cars, and gadgets are outdated
Throw away, buy a new one, and a plastic one.
Human life nature ruined, pathetic,
The bag picker is the symbol of a new era,
Kids seven decades ago displayed an aura
Healthy, dirty dress, smile sparkled,
Heaven and hell differ in angle,
Those who are educated commit crimes,
Rag pickers are suffering greed prime,
Help them educate the country's senses,
The conscience of the nation is immense,
Ban polythene-managed waste,
Clean life, happy children message,

Pen: Bijayananda Mishra
Themes: Bites the conscience of the nation
Written: 9 May 2026
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CROSSROADS

 CROSSROAD

 

Faced thunderstorms shuddered,

Came spring blossoms, wondered,

Shivered in sickness, fever rising,

Recover to pink health, surprisingly,(1)

 

 Emotion killed sadness, overpowering.

Losing dear ones forever, life cowers,

The intimate life entwined happily,

Time removes closed relatives sadly, (2)

 

 Undone, clueless to meet problems,

Prejudice to practice help emblem,

Never could prove faith established,

Troubling times pray to tear unleash, (3)

 

 Life probes the future, fate, destiny,

Change situations suddenly recall,

Stands at points of time transfixed,

Where to move left and right, mixed, (4)

 

 Human life is a virtue to move forward,

Crossroad encounters valor reward,

Trouble comes with the direction poses,

Solving the experience life imposes, (5)

 

 Countless stories, a square visible,

Lamp post under a human single,

Thinking on the first step, puzzled,

Crossroad four directions sizzled, (6)

 

Across all ages, gender decides,

Progress of life crossroads presides,

Laborers' Day Prosperity Day stay,

Work is the route, a prosperous way, (7)

 

 Choose path deception, mischievous,

Back to the crossroad, hell suspicious,

Crossroad symbolizes noble deeds,

A route to the den of the devil indeed. (viii)

 

 

Pen: Bijayananda Mishra

Themes: A path chosen for prosperity

Written: 1 May 2026 ( Laborers' Day )

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