REVIVED

 

REVIVED

 

Lament heart spontaneous missed,

Prayer unheard, sadly hope extinguished,

How many oil-lit lamps burn for life,

Sickbed months in hospital in strife, (1)

 

Fights, weak body, countless defects,

Doctors test, instrument it detects,

Monitors every second minute hour,

Fighting to survive if invisible power, (2)

 

Lifelong, I probed why humans fear,

Someday, one has to leave not near,

Every day, we see nearer one depart,

Distant lands, city job, future impact, (3)

 

Leave never to return again happily,

Sickbed patient dies, ailments early,

No reason no direct effect surfaces,

Suddenly disease noticed life traces, (4)

 

We cry, get sad, pray a lot, get hurt,

Lord is not merciless deeds escort,

Looked at the seed, then the tree, fruits,

Relationship of seed to fruit mutes, (5)

 

Who knows what someone does evil,

Payback sickness suffers, acts devil,

How many times warned the gardener,

Poor man drinking warned, sterner, (6)

 

His wife and children are a few burdens,

Works in the park got sick suddenly,

I liked the man, simplicity, God-loving,

Helped him on treatments solving, (7)

 

Found drinking damaged his body,

Dark clouds I cloud notice custody,

Kept the family on leave for a month,

He got treatment medicine warmth, (viii)

 

My protection, warning, he realized,

His children and wife loved prized,

Uncle, uncle, every moment uttered,

I looked at and questioned, furthered, (9)

 

Realized his mistake, cried, kneeled,

Hold my leg, begged mercy wheeled,

Helping me, sir, no relationship to me,

Helping, own accord, sheltering me, (10)

 

The seed story I detailed and fruit,

The wine, untimely death, he mute,

It was the end of the story, a few years,

Knocked on my door his child, in tears, (11)

 

Sir, my son became an engineer,

The daughter graduated, now a manager,

I retired years ago, told have a home,

Life after retirement garden none, (12)

 

Revived from addictions seed heard,

Socked, I loved my family, I dared,

It was a battle for months, I won,

Left wine not seen sickness learn, (13)

 

Life was by profession a gardener I tend,

Revived through your divine hand did mend,

Suicidal addiction vanished with effort

Revived my life once again, my rapport. (14)

 

Pen: Bijayananda Mishra

Title of Poem: Revived

Themes: Realized and survived

Written: 11th December 2023, Cuttack

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