CONNECT

 

CONNECT

 

Once upon a time, happens to be a chick,

Cries of this baby reverberated alarmed,

The entire family knew the baby, hungry,

Soiled the cloth limbs smeared less angry,

There was the mother cleaned you well,

Feed from her breasts smiles quell,

The giggling playful arms and legs, a sight,

The tiny one once started crawling was news,

The day child walks  celebration at home,

Calling papa Mama the musical rare to find,

It was this youth, Big Bird, that fled,

Wings wide, he spread happily left a shore,

The shore of the home grew up, studied,

Earned awards after awards certificates,

The civilized world embraced this soul,

Do earn, do learn, be born as a citizen,

The soil, today missing dearly wind and water,

The grain field golden shed waving sad,

The greeneries hill mountain cast sorrows,

Left children her soil flight above oceans,

Nested in far-off countries, prospered well,

The people noticed migrants wise dwell,

Time watched everything, silent witness,

Eternal music is time, story hundreds,

Back at home, the woman's hair is graying,

Whitish patches increasing life depict,

Wrinkles now visible, limbs tired but quiet,

Deep within her heart, still burning love,

My child, my child, his name exceeds,

What exceed dear human than Allah,

More than Jesus, Lord, Krishna but dear,

Exists in this life to pray for safety, security,

Worship sharp on the birthday of her child,

Prays now to the unseen Lord for his long life,

Never demanding, less tell her service,

Love, only glowing love alive subtly touch,

Come on baby, an adult now feel strong,

An established man confident so wrong,

The blood flowing in your vein her gift,

Forgot the umbilical cord connects the navel,

The womb, once sheltered for nine months,

Allowed the baby to travel the globe,

Urban modern life O' busy, extremely busy,

Works day and night to fight for the future,

Promotion, bright career, money, golden,

What not I achieved in life ego boasting,

Applaud children and sweet darling,

Gifts plenty showered hugged family,

Today this man fell sick, fevers rising,

The disease is less severe bedridden for a week,

Dead of the night, wake up suddenly,

Surprised, silent night, home is in darkness,

All switches switched off his wife sleeping,

Who made him get up surreal,

Next dawn, his wife answered him,

You were shouting Ma, Ma, Ma, continuous,

Thought you were dreaming she slept,

Not slept in another part of the globe,

Someone profusely sweating got up,

Her worried face trembling every fiber,

Connect with the cord, dear human,

From the navel to early home, the womb!

 

Pen: Bijayananda Mishra

Title of Poem: Connect

Themes: Connects the umbilical cord

Date: 20th January 2023, Cuttack

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