BIJAYANANDA MISHRA

 

YOUR SORROWS ARE MINE

Anguish and the tormented heart,

Toils hard to endure perils, impact.

Disturbed to watch her silent soul,

Probed intensively search the goal, (1)

 

Fasting without complaint, impress,

Pray always, and hunger, suppress,

Eyes meet eyes, softly overpower,

Infinite pain agonies, love shower, (2)

 

Inexpressible quivering lips essay,

Her life history and story display,

Alone in the mundane world exist,

Fighting tooth and nail, she resists (3)

 

Neither a victor nor a vanquished,

Her heart still loves, relinquished,

Guess her undeniable aspirations,

Locked in the heart her emotions, (4)

 

She is the blossoming flower wink,

Fear the petals may not fall, think,

Sunrise crimson rays her face glows,

At dust pale and orange life show, (5)

 

Missed her favorite time, friends,

Unforgettable moment pretends,

Observe her aloofness, seclusion,

Avoid sad consolation exclusion, (6)

 

Unique, her life touched me well,

Acquainted with her fears dwell,

Never, she condemned her fate,

In vain to advise, inform, debate, (7)

 

Met her, in front, show, sunshine,

Conveyed your sorrows are mine,

Deserves to be happy, cherished.

Sharing human virtue, tears wish. (viii)

 

Written by: Bijayananda Mishra

Date of writing: 7th September 2025

Themes: Sharing others' pain

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