RECONCILED

 

RECONCILED

 

Let me escape from prison,

Captured my life dumped locked,

Impossible to escape getting liberty,

Attractive, my home is luxurious,

Provides every conceivable comfort,

My wife and son are realistic,

Quiet, and both move with time, 

Faced unexpected disasters met,

Withered troubles threats stood,

Restless, angry at my fate mood,

Little harmed anyone in life wished,

Caused breaking lives of other fished,

In the dream wished anyone suffer,

On my account ruined cursing me,

Stolen happiness left a river of tears,

Surprised it was beyond conceived,

Prayed for others along with family,

Expected clearly, their comfort and safety,

Life accustomed, friendly, loving,

An inkling of revenge dared to touch,

Not pious passionate to care,

Healing touch assuages hurt,

Why then suffer alone less speak,

Buckles spines experience weak,

Bright the bedroom bed, soft clean,

Feel restless pensive wrecked thin,

Drained marrows fibers loose,

Fickle nerves frighten spirit soon,

Achieved everything life snatched,

Not letting down others by wisdom,

Why now suffer in mind blanked,

Covers a darkness unknown grip,

Frustration from nowhere burns,

Loving family care failing reasons,

Sobbed by now aware of an end,

Contradicts reality less possible,

A confused animal lost its sense tense,

Cried out alone, hot tear pretense,

Found well the fact families knew,

Have children, grandchildren view,

No way a simple matter their link,

Extended their root images click,

Three generations behind existing,

Smiling long mustache well fling,

Exist today, tomorrow, century after,

Won over physical death blood allure,

Looked at me in the mirror and found,

Root after my son lost profound,

Visible his single life, he decided,

Failed plainly to force him, denied,

If not today or after a few years,

Know distinctly my blood fears,

Erased without a trace clarity stare,

Lord has given everything life dare,

Never conceived the fact root is lost,

Many ancestral families faced the worst,

I am not the first person to experience this,

Broken hundreds of couple intense,

Lord never bestowed to their wombs,

Died childless, crying before Lord,

Quiet now. wiped out tears, looked at,

The face of the Lord smiling at my start,

It is my world, I play, O human think,

Don't pretend to be the master sink,

Reconciled to my command time obeys,

Reconcile your dogma wrongly dismays.

 

Pen: Bijayananda Mishra

Title of Poem: Reconciled

Themes: The infinite pain of a discontinued root

Written: 25th July 2023, Cuttack

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