BIJAYANANDA MISHRA

 

INCANDESCENCE

Human energy radiant prevail world alight,

Songs, music, classic, dance or art is a delight,

A book of novel touches hearts over glob,

The ecstasy of human life, tragedies in a sob,

Grass root kids play sweep gold in-game,

Discoveries in time unknown gains name,

In ages a common man shine in excellence,

Science and literature burns incandescence,

Personal enigma charms a people all time,

A lifetime work, incandescence does shine,

Ever visit an Indian home lamps burn bright,

Evening comes idol in incandescence, a sight,

Indian woman burns alight, a home is intact,

Devotion to family, care, love credits impact,

Her plate with lamp, service is incandescence,

A female is brighter than lamp in luminance,

At the night, a mother acts as the first teacher to the kid,

Morality, culture, humble attitudes do breed,

A grown-up fetch admirations touch heart,

Incandescence of Indian mother is a divine art,

Within four walls a spirit suffer lifelong well,

In pain, misery, illness incandescence dwells,

Burns a housewife shed freedom willingly,

Her kindness is brighter than share smilingly,

Male vanity, ego, anger, aspiration burns,

Incandescence of dominance mind churns,

Blind a mind is devils paradise lost a vision,

Temptation is dark incandescence erases reason,

Motherly devotion of serving soul is compassion,

Inner preserve melts to the fire of anger on cruel,

Burns a mind, boiling in lust incandescence swell,

Dussehra is the day of celebration of victory,

Mother cleanse the lost mind, liberates from slavery,

Men can not face incandescent female form,

Weak in mind, slain merciless, the scope for reform,

A people search a lost pride of divine life noble,

Convinced in The incandescence of motherhood is simple.

Decency under a veil, nine yards of cotton cloth,

The prints are an art a border in color is worth,

Bangles of color glass, ornaments, necklace,

Red circle between eye brows, incandescence grace,

Symbol of modesty, humble life is incandescence,

Divine abode is motherhood, love in confluence.