RIVERBANKS

 

RIVERBANKS

 

 

Bends the river near the village,

Grew at the side knew so well,

Love my heart at every dawn her sight,

The sun rises at the other shores,

Blue waters in the autumn gain hues,

A surreal but unearthly view of orange,

Wakes up at the ringing bells  in the road,

Cow herds living in cattle sheds are moving,

Announces naughty hen on a rooftop,

Get up quickly, morning wait eagerly,

Margosa sticks charcoal toothpaste brush,

A glass bottle of mustard oil before bath,

Getting fresh with cold water refreshes,

Elders accompany children,

Visible her scenery boats plying,

From school watch, fishermen sailing,

Throw nets catch fish worth watching,

Visits to the riverbank picnic many,

Understands her furry in flood fiery,

Fund of the river peasant flood water,

Vegetation at both riverbanks scenic,

Wonderful is to walk in these fields,

 On a moonlit night, the shore experiences electric,

Pervading song of flute from another side,

Many times returns to the village,

Nighttime full moon night river changed,

The sight resembles a dream silvery,

Use to sit in the boat and forgets everything,

The thick fog settles on rare occasions,

Visible moon, the river vanishes,

Unearthly state  the dark water lucent,

Mist surrounds the boat, invisible shores,

Contemplate me how magical,

The river that captured my mind is the same,

Where it begins, where it ends, not known,

The sight of the riverbank is a picture frame,

The background behind my life that grew,

Homesick, revisit the village sight,

Settles dusk, crimson the setting sun,

The dust cloud behind cowherds aural,

Speechless in my twilight years,

Life passed at the riverbank reminisce,

From childhood, God is the river, exists,

Gives bountiful crops and water plenty,

The fishery that changes poor man's plate,

Most nourishing, tasty delicacies favorite,

At this age, I stand alone at a riverbank,

The dust screen at evening bells ring,

Orange-red river water riverbank in the aura,

A heavenly angel, luminous pristine water,

Comparable to the life of  a woman divine,

Sustains beautifies two families, unique,

Both families resemble riverbanks,

Without riverbanks, the river loses meaning,

A married woman without both families,

Loses the significance of the life it nurtures,

Parents' family and in-laws linking,

The service a female provides to both,

Her presence as an angelic river flows,

With all serenity helps growth divine,

Her selfless sacrifices are innumerable,

Equalized to benefits of the river subtle,

Parallel riverbanks never meet,

Links the river flowing like a bride.

 

Title of Poem: Riverbanks

Pen: Bijayananda Mishra

Theme: Life of a bride

             equally links riverbanks

Date: 18th November 2022, Cuttack

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