PORTER

 

PORTER

 

Never get astonished life happy,

Imagine a crossroad watch people,

The world is funnily in four directions,

I saw in life the stream of people,

Each one is opposite going distances,

Unknown their destination cross here,

Not the motion of life I have marked,

But life meets after traveling distance,

Fate forces separate people far off,

Job hooks to a place for part of life,

Impossible to escape from duty stays,

Separated blood yearning missing one,

Hungry in look wait patiently sadly,

The date of the calendar rolls faster taunts,

Still opportunity to meet extends,

Not deliberate compulsions confines,

Separate family members wait and wait,

A porter by profession carries luggage,

Upon the arrival of a train, I look closely,

Surprised has seen warm tears,

Sobbing silently, stand wait for arrival,

Unfathomable their impatience,

I stand with them for luggage,

Silently standing, their eyes lost,

Wait for that split second to unite,

Arrives the monster hissed proudly,

In time reached the station,

Search eyes like dears windows,

Coaches roll quickly and halt before them,

I look at smiling faces waving wildly,

The man in life wife missed for years,

Children grow up with curious eyes,

Wait for their father went abroad,

Missed for years probing understandable,

I see their happiness meeting him,

The life unites people I witness,

Friend opposite scene, I felt the opposite,

Heartbroken, I cry too, felt tearful,

They were not mine, empathy overtakes,

Old couples came to the station,

Their only child, a young man, leaving,

Joining for service overseas is lucrative,

The pleasant news sank in sorrow,

Knew very well the chick of Yester years,

Spread his wings flying far off,

Root their prepared nest, perhaps,

The future poses a question son will return,

Empty will be house emptiness heavy,

I look at them, the mother sobbing,

Reclines her head on the chest of her son,

The child was tearful and hugged her tightly,

Ma, I shall return little worry,

Allow me happily smiling to join,

Wiped my tears, knew the smiles

The pretension of a mother her love thick,

Father, I introspected, a rock stature,

The pain of separation is  fathomless,

Trying his best to accommodate failed,

Embraced his son, kissed his forehead,

Go dear, cherish your future, and pray to God,

His son touch his feet, tears wet his feet,

I offloaded his luggage and gave him a card,

Printed of Lord's face a belief laced with,

He offered enough money, and I returned,

I hugged him, to return when back home,

My book of life ring of scenes touching,

The son returned after a decade with a family,

His old father, I saw alone, queried,

He recognized me, told her demise,

The platform where the son saw his mom,

For the last time never thought of losing her.

 

Pen: Bijayananda Mishra

Title of Poem: Porter

Theme: Witness life scenes touching

Date: 18th December 2022, Cuttack

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