CREDENCE

 

CREDENCE

 

I was listening to your stories,

Opened the heart, everything in detail,

The heart is the chamber that stores,

Keeps everything well immaculately,

Those can overwhelm, chamber open,

Frequented by the mind promotes thoughts,

Excites these memories reality visible,

Lives the spirit tortured gains faith,

Trust, well, the dawn will change a life,

The unexpected result that shatters,

Cause for the collapse of dream castles,

Far worse, reality crumbled to dust,

This life is a miracle to survive and sprout,

When presumed a demise, missing,

Out of oblivion returns alive often,

Heart stores memories forgotten freeze,

Astonishment lurks in eyes spellbound,

How come, impossible, you have come,

Live, hard to reject the ghost for you,

Mind searched excitedly, heat melts,

Memories flash again, and life is rebuilt!

The truth is that is born must die surely,

No question of a miracle ever life return,

Never sprouts a pair of green leaves,

From a charred wood in water and light,

Destines to disintegrate life experiences,

Death, departure, separation, or is lost,

Painful intolerable heart stores dutifully,

The dark chamber prevents light,

Locked well thought can never assess,

Listened to surprising explanations,

Elaborated unfortunate life tolerated,

A bowl of smelling rice, salt his living,

Thatched roof of straws decayed open,

Use to see the moon and sun in the room,

Still accommodated life rain percolates,

Reality life is not a bed of roses,

No television, car, or furniture is costly,

Convinced the rebellious heart,

Not to grumble frustrated enough,

Accepts the pain of lacking a modern life,

Fumes at the wretched life hateful,

God deprives good health attractive,

Better job affluence materializes,

Good food, dresses, assets, and goods,

An illiterate woman attached parasite,

All in life wanted a son failed miserably,

My avalanche of patience busts,

Covered like advancing snows quickly,

Stop those hallucinations forthwith,

Establish credence on your ground,

Everything is false contempt unfounded,

His angrily outburst is worth watching,

Credence for the heart, suspect,

Foolish, egoist, and ignorant,

You have a thatched-roof cottage,

There is a street life, destitute, singing,

Had food, there are hundred hungry,

Not a morsel for a few days dying,

You moan for appealing figure dresses,

Gadgets that proudly can be displayed,

There is a handicapped, blind, deaf exists,

A mute still aspiring for life accepts,

There is a woman childless you have one,

The parasite you mean help you,

When you are sick, her glass of water,

That can save you, but know,

Credence your heart says is a trickster,

I quit suddenly and never looked back.

 

Pen: Bijayananda Mishra

Title of Poem: Credence

Themes: Heart on false ground

Date: 9th December 2022, Cuttack

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