SHADOW

 

SHADOW

 

Life appears to be river curvy,

Fantasies and aspirations entwine,

Hope and frustrations mimic tidal waves,

Dream illusion of oasis mysterious,

Listened attentively to heart whispers,

The thud angrier, throb romantic,

Dispassionate for study left late,

Dejected life, scornful parents,

Silent, aloof, preferred, separated,

Not physically but an emotional chord,

Never, Father enquired me any reasons,

Looked down upon me, a spoilt kid,

Left my plates with food on the table,

Scarcely invite for lunch or dinner,

They laugh, gossip, discuss a lot,

My presence both moves away,

Countless questions to mother,

Her answer disheartening hurt,

Illiteracy is a curse that must suffer,

Your rejection of college life suspense,

Want to be a parasite feed willingly,

Sustain others earning hard work,

Mother conveyed clearly a burden,

Earn yourself or vacate help parents,

Left that day our home to the street,

Few money savings baggage with me,

A friend, his father allowed his garage,

Life renewed as a painter, the beginning,

Helped a friend's dad, and uncle, with funds,

I started selling paintings with frames,

 I knew my father was intelligent, educated,

Studied night long, passionate about books,

Great memory can remember mostly,

Eloquent speaker on various subjects,

My life failed to match him same DNA,

He commented a caustic remark sadly,

He is not my son how the blood betrays,

I hate a stupid son left studying soon,

Think in my shop on him love much,

Feel proud of him for his talent skills,

But my life, my passion is the brush,

Mind projection scenarios scenic,

Scenes at times violent mind reality,

Capture eyes green greedy cruel too,

Nature paints greenery hills sunset,

Glowing peaks of snow-clad peaks,

Days pass to paint a sympathetic heart,

Love, caring, touching souls spectral,

Decades after got self-sufficient life, 

Married, then a child plus our roof,

The small city is now known famous painter,

Each exhibition and a great deal of money,

My son is growing completed school,

Stood as the best student highest marks,

Got Governor's prize for debate, a talk,

Winning several essay completions,

His selves are full of cup, gold medals,

Performing in college was extraordinary,

His gold medal as the best graduate I saw,

Socked remember my dad once said,

I did not have his blood in contempt,

Puzzled now how my son is different,

Uncle cleared my doubts disbelieve,

Blood speaks distinctly inherited, 

Grandson is the shadow of his Grandpa.

 

Pen: Bijayananda Mishra

Title of Poem: Shadow

Themes: Inheritance reflected

Written: 7th July 2923, Cuttack

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