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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