MENDING

 MENDING

  

Silent moments awestruck life,

Fled with fear, tension, worries,

Enough, enough ghastly scenes,

Modern turbulent world violent,

Intelligent, literate learned nil,

Empty heart sans love kindness,

Angry world ferocious life beastly,

Hatred rules the mind evil performs,

Closed windows, shaken, sit quietly,

Looking at the heart of a human, felt,

Life passed so soon, decades long,

Fighting with impressions love exists,

Torn clothes females mending alert,

Designed patches save a cloth,

Needle stitches, threads colored,

Attractive get worn-out clothing,

How similar human care softly,

Mending wrecked lives, stitching,

Careful, conscious a heart bleeds,

Invisible under microscope reality,

Amaze the heart experiences,

Subtle, shivers in fear in midday,

Mind projects lurking spirits cruel,

Stalks behind senses heart trembles,

 The reason is dark past hunted longer,

Tortured, beaten black and blue,

Humiliated by being treated savagely,

Self-dignity is violated repeatedly,

Molested at lonely hours, insensible,

Shame forces the tender soul to hide,

Assimilates inhuman treatments,

A heart pressed everything tightly,

Never allow a leak to surface,

Little teary eyes, biting lips stays,

Remorse hello spirit ever observed,

The person carries the heart rare,

Aspire immensely to live but drawn,

Under the dark bottom of an ocean,

The ocean of infinite sorrows exists,

Her heart, desperate to surface, breath,

Suffocated to inhale the fresh air,

Wishing to live, escape a dungeon,

God all merciful, soul pray not,

At least find the cause of agonies,

Believed never committed sins,

Knows not as a cursed human,

Knows not abnormal behaves,

When cries out, look at vacantly,

Sobs intermittently, then laugh,

The smiles felt weird resting body,

Does not know a crowded place, malls,

Sleeps on the pavement under a hot sun,

Sleeps at railway station bus stand,

Walking with luggage at midnight,

Where the soul goes, a destination,

I surmised God, sure to liberate,

Demise will be the blessed gift of the Lord,

No, life is miraculous never ends,

Someone picks up the tattered limbs,

Takes the ill-fated life to a shelter,

Washed bruised limbs carefully,

Dressing the person feed slowly,

Holding the head reclines the body,

Sleeping if an endless age in a lap,

The day begins, life restarts socked,

Fights between reality or unreal dream,

Looked at the hospitality intensely,

Silent never speaks but obeys,

Have you seen torn heart mended,

Needle pricks skin with a soft touch,

Thread is empathy consoles soul,

A deep wound is healing up slowly,

A deadwood watch leaves protrude,

Deep green stems growing faster,

Tearful, feeling in my room, thinking,

Angels move to suture torn lives,

Selfless, mending wounded heart,

Mending keeps life reborn again!

 

@ Bijayananda Mishra