CRIPPLED

 

CRIPPLED

 

Exuberance once inflamed the mind,

Devout heart faithful to effort instill,

Born with nothing to boast, proclaim,

Deprivation is invisible, chained tightly,

Hunger, the pang of indescribable hurt,

Roamed through streets with alacrity,

Help O neighborhood help to survive,

Get a morsel of food, can take a breath,

Help me to study at a university, established,

Forget an anonymous birth, sad teenage,

Look, O human, the seed grows a growth,

Few years after hundred feet high luxuriant,

Pregnant with such dreams expectant,

To toil hard on rocky and barren land,

Convinced to harvest and cultivate struggle,

Reject impossibility devoted, really,

A miraculous story of a life through help,

Achieved success, name, and fame,

Rewarded people funded benevolently,

Cured devastated heart to stability,

Stood firmly with men and women in life,

Provided me, a shelter, food, cloth, money,

Selfless their assistance remembered,

At odd hours provided a helping hand,

Saw their children get married and settled,

Used my power position in return,

Felt capable able to pay back,

Debts of their sacrifice for me indebted,

Tearfully provided assets, goods, gadgets,

Savor their grateful eyes happily,

Story not here ended life changed,

Irk of fate turned luck and success,

Left my better half suddenly with kids,

She provided no reason out of the blue,

Missed my home and found a ghost house,

Hunted countless luxuries asset,

What for, for whom, inkling heart,

Not able to weep tears failed miserably,

Silence gripped long lonely hours,

Fear outside world, noise, busiest,

Preferred loneliness dark chamber,

Fail to analyze past, present, and future,

Why did it happen she blocked me,

Thousand earnest pleadings fell flat,

Children choose mother separated,

Angry to think of a past downtrodden,

An illegitimate child orphan once confided,

A Boomerang strike hit me grounded,

She accused me of hiding facts cheating,

Ask my conscience the womb invited,

Never knew a mother would reject a newborn,

Someone kind-hearted took to lap,

Grew up in a poor cottage, but divine heart,

Accepted as my parents, adorned, worshiped,

My family rejected my parents as outsiders,

Decided never to squander my property,

To live to find reclusion and accept lonely life,

A birth not cursed life was precious,

So many people showed kindness,

Never to defeat my fate that posed,

Twilight years longing for happiness, peace,

The setting sun sinking beyond,

Spreading long shadows loves twinkle,

Loved adopted parents loved hearts,

Funded me wholeheartedly, I studied well,

Thanked Lord, successful, rich, and famous,

Touched my skin, on scrutiny, wrinkled,

Rejected an orphan illegitimate crippled!

 

Pen: Bijayananda Mishra

Title of Poem: Crippled

Themes: People respected family rejected

Written: 4th July 2023, Cuttack

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