BESTOWED
Beautiful
my house roof concert,
Brick
walls, plastic paint coated,
Bedroom
floor carpeted soft win,
Cushions
on the mahogany bed,
Pillows
foamed luxuriant living,
Disturbed
past midnight, wake up,
Fully
awake at a loss, felt clueless,
Vanished
sleep, curious, surprised,
On the
balcony discovered heavy rain,
Lightning
and thunder hail storms,
My
shivered spine got wet instantly,
Back to
my bedroom, consequently,
Rest on
my bed, listening to noises,
Heavy
shower shuddered heart,
Strike
thought devastatingly now,
In
front of the house, a thatched hut,
Knew
well paddy straws destroyed,
A
family man, wife, three children,
Water
must be poured into the room,
Soaked
to the bone, get tortured,
The
thought was sickening discovered,
Felt
fortunate my bedroom was safe,
Water
cannot penetrate wind,
The
warmth, blanket, air-conditioned,
How
lucky my life than people saw,
Homes
like that of in front of countless,
This
storm today night lives sad,
Thinking
unlucky lacking my house,
That
night cursed thoughts pricked me,
Found
life childless wife with her dad,
Attending
her sick father aged too,
Children
in distant lands working,
Loneliness
was killing felt remorse,
Even if
rain troubling neighbors differ,
Family
life warmth binds all close,
Dawn
breaks and hoped sunshine,
Empty
my home ghostly silent hunting,
Hunted
not by fear but melancholy,
No
children noise disturbances plenty,
The
house would have to smile, electric,
God has
graced whom I or neighbor,
Tears I
felt welling up their life I prefer,
Let
Lord give me poverty but family,
Enough
children to crowd my bosom,
Willfully
we would dance in the rain,
Sound
with white noise raindrops,
Jubilant
sighting of toads jumping,
Their
horse noise is loud and scintillating,
Wiped
tears, rolling, yes, Lord plays,
Give
luxury, comfort, and wealth, yet deprived,
My
wife is calling in the morning angry,
Demanded
to be with her to assist,
Reluctantly
I intimated the job, permit a little,
Working,
no permission to leave office,
Cursed
her life, helpless husband unfit,
Expressed
her sad life father is sick,
Alone
with her dad, tired, restless her life,
Smile a
bit never replied to her strife,
Though
she curses her fate, accusing,
Looked
through the windows locality,
Innumerous
houses families are living in,
Living
alone widows husband no more,
Cursing
Lord stealing her love cruelly,
Her
heart urging for her husband crippled,
Even
blind or deaf, crippled acceptable,
Twosome
lives leading bestowed mumble,
Pen:
Bijayananda Mishra
Title
of Poem: Bestowed
Themes:
Perplexed life at gifts of the Lord
Written:
28th June 2023, Cuttack
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