HER GIFT

 

HER GIFT

 

Opened chapter of life reminiscent,

Wounded-heart carries the scar lingers,

Confess the page of a book of life wronged,

Never could know the blunder till twilight,

The First chapter of life childhood, a village,

Lap of the nature succulent greens view,

My parents were loving, poor,

The only son, their heartache,  adoringly,

Pet of the mother her immense help,

My sickness time watched her near,

The touch care, recovers, links her,

The love experience realized divine,

Her anger, scolding less touched me,

Melts her concerns and worries with a hug,

Move to shop malls holding her,

Grew up with flying colors from school,

The page turned to doubt her secretly,

The whole village was taking an evil,

Just one-eyed, I started to observe,

The prejudice germinated in me,

Start hating her afterward, a witch,

Neighbors told, friends told, gossiped,

Rumors solidified in mind suspected,

Left the village for the city, ended graduation,

The third chapter of my life career family,

Established in a distant town settled,

Wealth, luxury, comfort nearer life,

Crossed famous name news to my village,

The village head visited me and honored me,

It was the evening of my life, the next chapter,

Agreed to go home to attend a function,

Life forgot the parents, teenage,

Never ashamed, let me with fate,

Villagers eloquently praised achievements,

Expressed their overwhelmed joy and love,

The function was over village head enquired,

Whether to visit home, meet your mother,

Still living old father no more present,

I knew the last cottage was mine well,

Agreed, went home, dark, silent,

Opened  the door and discovered her,

She was sleeping still inert and cold,

No more breathing, ma just departed,

A letter in her hand, a few pages,

Her handwritten addressed to me,

My son, I loved you in my life always,

You think of me as a one-eyed witch,

It is not correct you didn't know,

When you are a kind played cricket,

The ball hit your left eye, blinded,

I only gave my one eye it was operated,

Successes with a lot of costs got eyesight,

Your left eye is that of mine only,

Never told you this or never asked,

I came to know you hate me as evil,

Separated from us hungry for few days,

Hearing you are coming to the village,

Hope to visit home, my last hours,

Let you know your left eye is healthy,

Gift of mine I continue to see,

Feel my presence through the eye,

Not the chapter, the rest of the pages,

Repentance will hunt till the end,

Her gift, I could see the world.

My inconsolable blunders...

 

Pen: Bijayananda Mishra

Title of Poem: Gift

Theme: An eye of mother gifted

Story: Fiction

Date: 28th November 2022, Cuttack

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CORROSIVE

 

CORROSIVE

 

In a big world, humans get wild,

Empire of splendor, luxury, dreamland,

Amaze metropolis, glassy towers,

Kissing the sky, he gets awestruck,

Floor upon floor reveals goldmine,

Show your talent pickup to capacity,

Journey accomplished one day,

Travel from a poor-country suburb,

The dirt and mud were once ruling life,

Hunger below the corroded tin shed,

Knew childhood the pang deathlike,

Sick and sunken eyes alert, worried,

Know well without a morsel of food,

The youth is ill, may die in a few days,

No one near him to provide water,

Sleeping inert youth death is freedom,

Life astonishingly entwines spellbound,

A group search found the youth,

Taken to hospital malnourished,

Treated for a week, getting normal,

He won a jackpot of a million with a ticket,

The syndicate searched him and found,

His name, identity recorded duly,

This dying youth today a millionaire,

Highly educated gold medalist scientist,

Doctorate in space technology,

Alas, unemployed in the city, banished,

The state of a country needs leaders,

Mint a mountain of gold as an actor,

Business never means logic, decency,

Corrosive interactions fail opponents,

Business swallows everything slowly,

Lock stock and barrel swindled,

Left the opponent, empty hands,

A destitute by now roaming wayward,

Dies untimely news headlines,

Education backburner earn a lifetime,

Earn a politician in a day equally,

Looking back, the youth his past is past,

Standing  in front of a tower studied,

The land of opportunity he reached,

A lot of hope gathered to work hard,

Proved his caliber in technology,

Not the money but a name,

Felt sobbing not to die ignominious,

But his merit, qualifications honored,

Fetch dignity, and respect, work timely,

His achievements will be given credit,

Met the corporate leaders, the board,

The hour-long interview was impressive,

Excellent salary, residence the job,

The industry is a monster the existence,

Full of talented people rarely sleep,

The sprawling high-rise buildings are busy,

Crowded day and night, ingenious mind,

He found the harbor to anchor,

Here definitely here is waiting a life,

Prospered, recruited,  to develop an engine,

A force multiplier he got satisfied,

A decade of research, hard work,

Today he expects accolades, respect,

Surprised the news flashed differently,

The corporate head covers the headline,

Applauding a great people impressed,

dismayed in darkness is speechless,

Auburn curly hair getting white,

No more crying, feeling sad a little,

Everything is fine not a native,

Not a white tongue English is brown,

I am now rich, a rich person,

He packed his bags to his land to recluse,

Finds seclusions from a corrosive  world,

Happy, a  destination he understood.

 

Pen: Bijayananda Mishra

Title of Poem: Corrosive

Themes: Exploitation

Story: Fiction

Date: 29th November 2022, Cuttack

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SAGACITY

 

SAGACITY

 

 

Born amid morass, learned to pray,

Save me  from the quagmire soon,

Let me live, O Lord, wings in the bud,

Let me grow under the luminescence,

The warmth gives to my soul enough,

Feel comfortable in your presence,

Delimit denials dignified conscience,

Lumen shining within is the north star,

Destroy inborn duplicity, attenuate lust,

Percolates nectar of love sympathy win,

Grows in elusive heart divinity sleep,

Provides cool shed, creeper blossoms,

A fragrant mind smells musk within,

Foolishly musk dear run wild scents,

Seen compassion through serving,

Take care of the sick, feed the hungry,

Shelter to provide destitute selfless,

Love, respect parents, the mother is god,

Prostrate to the teacher to learn letters,

Give me the soul's voice speak softly,

Learn, to learn lifelong, endless mine,

Quit knows the temporal world carries,

Humility, politeness, love, mother teaches,

Acquire sacrifice tolerance endeavor,

Give me a spine of steel strong to fight,

Preserve my dignity, freedom, liberty,

The fight witnessed the Mahabharata,

War of righteousness  supreme sacrifice,

To eliminate vice evil in guise exists,

Provide me the pair of eyes to notice,

To erase malice lies, flatter or abuse,

Subtle senses to discriminate sound,

Provide me taste for empathy healing,

Senses to touch life painful soothing,

Offer let me fruits juices corns milk,

Let me satiate the hunger for the leftover,

Procreate a divine wish to give love, parental,

Strength to take care of baby, growing,

Forget I mine we our words transient,

Melting these illusions to thin ether,

Feel your presence that you wish,

Born to fulfill your motive to complete,

Sing O soul loudly, the glory of the divine,

Part of him in sojourn to fly abode,

The bud within will grow to wings,

Escapes out of chest bones a dungeon,

The flying you soul wing spans wide,

The universe is small soon to reach home,

Inking this midnight thinks the Ukraine,

The winter, piercing cold, children open,

Hungry refugees in open ground,

Passing winter in an alien land, homeless,

Happy Xmas I am crying disobeys tears,

Running to sympathize with their souls,

Fighting this morass, I started inking,

Lord has not given humans devastated,

Forgotten Jesus tearful on the cross,

Dripping blood coloring earth is forgiven,

Alas, the human heart fails to notice Him,

Bruised, scarred divine frame man evil,

Sagacity in heart, pray Jesus loves you,

Forgive the human, may the river of love flood,

Twilight years arrived senses you living,

Had your divine grace ecstasy in quitting.

 

Pen: Bijayananda Mishra

Title of Poem: Sagacity

Theme: Melting to divine love

Date 27th November 2022, Cuttack

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PHONY

 PHONY

 

 

In the dead of night, it was silent,

Lost in lands of deep slumber,

Forgotten my existence reality,

Temporal seemingly nonexistent,

Soul metamorphose to butterfly,

Colorful wings fly to a dreamland,

It was ringing, melted into a surreal world,

Half-awake lifted the mobile phone,

A voice shrieked, called, please listen,

A female tone unknown floated in the air,

Left asleep, quite awake,  surprised,

Went off the call as suddenly it came,

Unknown number bewildered I felt,

Who can call me at this wee hour,

Not at all familiar surprised a lot,

Confused, slept again, ringing again,

It was the same voice pleading to hear,

It switched off again, left me perplexed,

Switched off the telephone if weird,

The day was disturbed felt hunting,

Please listen, please hear me,  repeatedly,

Switched-off the mobile completely,

Clueless tried to forget the episode,

The eerie incident that night lingered,

 Phony call Left me t myriad thoughts,

She must be a female at trouble called,

That night was mysterious for me,

She knew my phone number and tried,

Tried to contact me for help urgently,

It was not a dream number existed,

Suspense in suspension prevailed,

Accepted one of the calls, phony disturbed,

I was sitting in a restaurant having tea,

Sneaked out of busy office time jolly mood,

Singing silently, touchingly, who are you,

Calling me in the early morning fading soon,

O angel, let me meet you at least once,

Tell your owes, open your heart,

Listen to all your sorrows to solve them,

Phony voice why melted into thin air,

This left me curiosity confusing mostly,

Remained shadowy under the veil,

The thought stopped as suddenly,

As my sleep was disturbed by a call,

A decently dressed female politely asked,

Addressed me by calling my name,

Looked at puzzled never seen her,

She asked me to sit on the chair,

Then she told me she was my friend's wife,

My friend was the closest in the college,

She saw me, knew during her marriage,

Her husband was praising me always,

That night was the last day of his life,

Cancer terminated wish to talk,

To talk to me, she rung twice,

Her son, a doctor, switched off promptly,

Her son informed his father was no more,

Her husband's mobile was thrown into a river,

The phone call was phony,

Never could think it was for my pal,

At his last breath, he wished,

I held her hand clasped and cried.  

 

Pen: Bijayananda Mishra

Title of Poem: Phony

Theme: Phony call that was not

Story: Fiction

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SANCTIMONIOUS

 

SANCTIMONIOUS

 

 

In the dead of night got awakened alert,

Dream sorrowful frightened nerves,

Shaken my heart sweating profusely,

Comfortably sleeping on my bed,

Concrete roof two-storied home safe,

Decorated sweet home is lifelong,

The teakwood doors shone in a lock,

Polished wall-painted glows light amber,

Teakwood cot cotton costly mattresses,

Air-conditioned my bedroom a luxury,

I had dinner, bread-butter, juice, and curry,

Satiated cruel taste buds not disturbing,

Warm milk at bed medicines for health,

Tired eyes desperate to sleep quietly,

Wishing to switch off light rest cozy,

Bit disgusted, disturbed at this hour,

Barks dog on rare occasions intrudes noise,

The wee hours hope a dawn breaks,

Yawn after yawn, drowsy frame melts,

Loses senses within a warm blanket,

Thank my luck, graceful fate, fortunate,

Bit selfish, wished to live for eons lustily,

Mobile phone rings, get awake again,

Alarms wake me up got up angrily,

Yes, a meeting a thousand miles away,

 I have to catch the flight pick up ready,

Run, run fast to each comfort needs money,

Swindle a fortune by talking posture, magnet,

Captivate, steal money bags by discourse,

A highlight will be tomorrow's news flash,

 The big and famous charismatic face smiles,

Auburn hair wavy, tiepin jaded crisp,

Polished attire accent aristocratic,

Owed listeners stunned silent salute,

Amazing life established skewed up rise,

I must thank God gave this heart,

To aspire to unthinkable sizzles reality!

A siren sounded in the street loudly,

Worth watching my angry face cruel,

Blocks this ambulance people drive,

Loses flight to distinguished men sadly,

The disturbed night morn is hastily over,

My speeding car moves winding flyovers,

Halt, please halt, order my cab,

The man is sitting on the road sick,

Dirty torn cloth, grown-up beards,

Eyes sunken miserable face so sad,

Inclined to the wall, just fainting visible,

A young lady carefully touching him,

Helping him with some food and water,

I was shocked, recognized the person,

Once, my boss won a business empire,

The wealthiest person in the city, famous,

I lost track of him in my busy life for years,

Only for him what I am today accomplished,

Talked to the lady and thanked her a lot,

Canceled my trip, took him to the hospital,

A doctor is treating him as sick, malnourished,

Safe is he, can recover in weeks,

I admitted him, paid the dues in advance,

Twilight time back home feels drowsy,

This home, comfortable bed, and a safe,

Felt sanctimonious, so temporal, even lost!

 

Pen: Bijayananda Mishra

Title of Poem: Sanctimonious

Theme: A sight aroused soul, sanctimonious

Date: 25th November 2022, Cuttack

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GOD

 

GOD

 

Remember my childhood clearly,

Never could know my parents,

Only when got aware of roving in streets,

A dirty torn shirt and pant wears,

Passerby, if a kind-hearted person,

Offers a few coins or a morsel,

Got leftover food fights dog often,

Days were between dawn and dusk,

Tied limbs spread leisurely to watch night,

The silence was so mysterious and lonely,

The story of my childhood continued,

A woman at the railway station I saw,

Begged her at the platform she called,

Sat with me on a bench, gave food,

Asked me to accompany her I agreed,

She took me her home, washed,

Gave dress, a mat to sleep on that night,

Slept for an eon bone tired, disbelieved,

Why I didn't know felt like crying in sobs,

Undeniable noticed heat wreathing,

Shivered body tender remain awake,

I was thinking when dawn breaks,

The lady certainly drive me out,

The dawn madam took me to a boarding,

Many children were staying, reading,

The guardian admitted me to a school,

Never I had to pay dues, madam paid,

I have never seen her later but grew up,

The unseen God now I believe much,

Not in the temple but the lady I saw,

Only once I met stayed at her home,

Decades after still, I have not forgotten,

Her face, demeanor, voice, and touch,

Etched in heart, not temporal, exists,

She preferred anonymous, sadly,

I could not get her home address,

The boarding school told me this,

She was on travel found me helped,

Completed my graduation, got a job,

Got the means to live alone,

Decent to my views, beyond dreams,

So real but got promoted to status,

I prayed Lord now and then,

My only aspiration is to meet her once,

Days rolled to months, years to pain,

An authority to issue a certificate is the job,

I am passing a busy life in the office,

Issue residence certificates to the public,

Verify details of persons, property,

One day I found a lady quite aged,

Standing with the application in front,

Accepted her form and read quietly,

Looked to question got stunned,

Doubted her face recognized then,

Auburn hairs had grown white, decent,

Wrinkled beautiful face, a red dot,

The eyes and eyebrows unfailing the same,

I dashed to her feet respectfully, touched,

Gasping, called her Ma. I found my God.

 

Pen: Bijayananda Mishra

Title of Poem: God

Theme: God is human; Fiction

Date: 24th November 2022, Cuttack

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