MOLTEN FLUID

 

MOLTEN FLUID

 

Ignored my faith, my God,

Forgot my Gurudev,

But worshiped my mother

As the essence of my life and her love,

Her blessings are all for me,

Believes I shall take this the day I depart,

But amazed and quite amazed,

 Alas, a few generations lost this  aspect,

An aspect and subtle,

A mother carries in her womb baby,

Her flesh and blood over months nourishes,

She feeds her milk, becomes the first teacher,

Takes care right through her life,

Lo, forgotten by most inhuman, ungrateful,

Selfish generation after generation,

Only except grateful heart deep emotions,

Devotions and care right up to the end,

As payback of gratitude for a child,

 Much beyond this mundane world.

My grandmother was very passionate

 About the divine, seen all the day reciting,

 Lord's sacred names hour after hour,

 Till she used to sleep, bead on chest,

 But often remember in her loving memories,

Her last word was the name of my father,

Today my mother is when near me,

I just survived an accident two years ago,

And still struggling to survive fit and healthy,

Her care and mere presence rare feelings,

And  amazingly healing touch,

And peace in my life with contentment,

And blissful times of serenity the entire day,

Those who lose it in mental perceptions,

Have lost all these soft emotions,

If they are mere poor losers in their existence,

In this mortal world,

They will go empty-handed,

But never could know the meaning of love,

What they know of love is their illusive mind,

That melts to ether and void,

The moment they cease to exist,

With the love of my grandmother,

whose shadow is still in me,

Inspiration to love my own mother,

As her contribution when I was a kid,

With her immense love till the day she passed,

I just dropped a little Gangajal,

 In her open mouth, sleeping still,

Never could I know the significance,

Of departure of her for good,

I used to call her Maa,

she still lives in my heart in infinite love,

And thanks, Ma,

you taught me to take care of my own mother,

when she needs the most,

And with me, ever laughing,

A molten fluid of deep emotions solidified in time

 

Title of Poem: Molten Fluid

Pen: Bijayananda Mishra

Theme: Frozen love for grandmother

Date 16th November 2022, Cuttack

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