DISCOLORED SKY

 

DISCOLORED SKY

 

That day, there was no sunshine,

Cloudy, moist, dampness sadness,

Failed to explain my heart rebelled,

Searched the gloominess visible, 

 

A person I loved and respected deeply,

She accepted her fate aloof and meekly,

Found the radiance her look bright,

The day as if matched her life pale,

 

Children left her husband no more,

The big house was discolored and cracked,

Long courtyard trees uprooted,

Wild grass, an earthen pave way,

 

The front door wooden cracked,

Visited her and felt concerned, knocked,

She opened the door, surprised,

Smiled, she loved me like her son,

 

The marked house was empty and lonely,

She is using a room out of many,

Only a bed cooking stove boxes,

The floor is mosaic, clean a mattress,

 

The roof plaster fallen spider web,

She gave me a cup of tea and asked,

Failed to gain the courage to reply,

Lied replied to know her condition,

 

Lines her face white saree rendition,

I cried before her quiet was she,

All children abroad debate,

Lost her husband observe life,

 

Widowhood non-attached sacred,

Constant chanting of divine name,

Consult a doctor when ill, time the same,

Seven colors of rainbows she lost,

 

In the twilight years, her serenity lit,

Aunty defeated human sorrows,

Discolored sky, her horizon pale,

Prostrated at her feet, not devastated.

 

Pen: Bijayananda Mishra

Title of Poem: Discolored Sky

Themes: Detached lost the colors

Written: 9th January 2024 Cuttack

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