HEARTH

 

HEARTH

 

 

Eulogize the poor man's hearth,

Incomparable, won eons, earth,

Time changes everything cruelly,

Erase spectacularly extensively, (1)

 

Disappear, nothing permanent,

Inventions appear as instruments,

Flooded home craze modernity,

Hearth inconspicuous a reality, (2)

 

Firewood earthen hearth duet,

Stood millennia boiling create,

Added earthen pots sun-baked,

Are relevant to kitchen racked (3)

 

Home food rice dal vegetable fry,

Villages procure from fields rely on,

The river bends beside a village,

Variety of fish turns curry craze, (4)

 

Roasted potato and vegetables,

Charcoal burns tastes, enables,

The pillowing smoke intoxicates,

Spreading aroma spices, detects, (5)

 

Cow in the backyard, life remember,

The oven was the earthen hearth, user,

Cheese, butter, ghee, and cakes,

Milk home produced, makes, (6)

 

It was seven decades ago to wait,

Still in a village home perfect,

The sweet taste is unique,

Lingered still today feel piqué, (7)

 

The village produces oils varieties, 

Pure little adulterated facilities,

Simple folks lack amenities,

Unthinkable urban life reality, (viii)

 

Grew but accustomed time recognize,

The difference between a city surprise,

The gas burner, cooking gas,

Electric oven microwave alas, (9)

 

Thousands are paid costly, yet,

No smoke automatic estimate,

In a minute, prepare dishes well,

The charm of hearth withstood, (10)

 

Incomparable taste purity well,

Not packaged ingredients fail,

Tasty leaves or fresh vegetables,

Collected fish from river treble, (11)

 

No way ice-packed fish or meat,

The village produce and a hearth fit,

Homemade spices and aromatic,

Reminded a past teenage, exotic, (12)

 

Village women, if busy cooking,

Attract homemade cakes ring,

Life changed to city life, honestly,

Opportunity for work earnestly, (13)

 

The left village, the hearth got silent,

Vanished the dreamy lives vent,

Missed warmth of hearth recall,

Cold season lo burning charcoal, (14)

 

Sit around in a group of siblings tight,

Mustard oil, fried rice, onion, light,

The gossip endlessly hunts memory,

Missed our hearth n warmth sorry... (15)

 

Pen: Bijayananda Mishra

Title of Poem: Hearth

Themes: Village cooking places alluring

Written: 18th August 2023, Cuttack

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