BIJAYANANDA MISHRA

 

TOUCHING HIS SWANSONG

Each string vibrates emotions sweep,
Covered his life path reminisce, deep,
No more struggle dreams or a fantasy,
The songs, life pervades, feel ecstasy, (1)

Bygone era of forefather and legacy,
Forgotten the memory, delinquency,
Village road, cycle tire, or kite flying,
Golden crops wind plays lo swaying, (2)

The school playground feast festival,
Life changed to city life faces normal,
Bud comes in the season or blossom,
Ripen the fruit, sweet taste, awesome, (3)

Adolescence and uncanny sensation,
Thrilling heartthrob and love caution,
Remember wakeful night and union,
A reminiscent wedding, companion, (4)

Seen of pain, pathos, and happiness,
Overcome obstruction, time, impress,
He saw her having kids and grew up,
Chick flew far off, a nest, with hope, (5)

Auburn hair, white, and a bald head,
Lonely life accomplished heart read,
Left behind responsibilities, daily jobs,
He feels the void life searches, sobs, (6)

Unwind the time machine, remote,
Impractical, unreal possibility quote,
Relieved from bondage, freedom,
Looked behind his lifespan, seldom, (7)

The solitude and seclusion, nature,
Touching his swansong and fingers,
Stays untold story and melancholy,
Heavenly human music, touchingly. (viii)

Written by: Bijayananda Mishra
Date of writing: 3rd September, 2025
Themes: Twilight years remind
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