BIJAYANANDA MISHRA

 

A MIRROR OF THE PAST MILIEU

 

The ancient human changed widely,

Phenomenal transformations occur,

Transposition of settlements, wildly,

Transitions of the age luxury succor, (1)

 

Look back at dense forests and greens,

Primal nature, primeval beauty link,

The river and waterfall are the screens,

Blue sky, a thousand species in brink, (2)

 

Grasslands wildflowers, cavern mix,

Animals graze in meadows, life jinxed,

Ran among golden crops, airy, wavy,

Sensational harvest time soul privy, (3)

 

Remember, mango buds are infectious,

The scents of green mangoes, sour,

Summer ripens a fruit, juicy, famous,

Aroma of thatched cottage, enamor, (4)

 

Rice, molasses, cashew nut, coconut,

Salt, ghee, and spices, added to milk,

Hundreds of items of cakes in an effort,

The smell triggers appetite, dress silk, (5)

 

The hearth and home, cooking places,

Burns wood to cook on an earthen surface,

Cow dung plastered walls and floors,

Single room to sleep and dine, (6)

 

The teenage years of auburn hair pass,

A different world, a mind's dream class,

Disappeared yesteryear lifestyle, say,

Lost the peace and bliss, pain display, (7)

 

Wiped paradise, an attractive village,

A mirror of the past milieu it amazes,

Food, taste of tongue, menu exhibit,

A different world generation inherits. (viii)

 

Written by: Bijayananda Mishra

Date of writing: 16th August 2025

Themes: Changing times

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