BEWITCHED
Besieged
the village by remoteness,
Nature,
thick forest rock landscape,
Surrounds
from all sides isolate totally,
As
a teacher, I decided to stay here,
Loved
the village kids, an image of God,
Un-spoilt
urban life less penetrated,
Simple,
loving people, most illiterate,
Peasants,
by profession, accept life,
Unaware
of urban aspirations, dreams,
Singly
clothe on the waist a cotton towel,
Turban
or at shoulder covers well,
Perennial
harvesting kids get busy,
Play
the rest of the year in a forest at a river,
Opened
a primary school I joined,
A
room concrete built for twenty students,
A
few are girls rest boys studying,
Happy
villagers with me, live here,
Chosen
my life to teach children,
Lives
alone in that room comfortably,
Cook
my food writing when free,
Life
would have been far better,
The
lush green forest nature attracts,
Mountainous
hills surround exotic life,
Seclusion
separated from pollution,
Fresh
air, clean waters, fountain cool,
A
marshy pool birds paradise wonderful,
I
watch sitting among students enjoy,
Tell
them stories birds transmigrate,
Warm
waters attract continental birds,
Cows
buffalos bathe in calm waters,
Variety
of flowers lotus spreads shores,
Lotus
pond is known far and wide,
No
communication with the village exists,
I
find my world within the world,
Separate
heavenly peace, happiness,
That
struck me sickness visits often,
Lacks
complete medical facility,
No
communication to the city a path,
Trodden
by villagers for miles sick,
Watch
a wooden bed being carried,
Pregnant
women are sick, need service,
Fortunately,
I saw a doctor came,
Open
a dispensary medical center,
Build
a two-room house, start treating,
The
state financed the young doctor,
Patients
find him, perhaps saves God,
Dying
patients get treatment to survive,
We
got friendly, closely appreciated,
The
venture was unique, unfolded,
One
night I heard bitter cries loudly,
Ran
outside, a female being carried,
Pregnant,
sick, subconscious, moaning,
A
few women were taking her,
I
went to the medical center and saw,
The
doctor connected saline to her,
She
was injected with medicine,
The
doctor agreed to stay with him,
He
was sitting at her bedside,
Alert
measuring her by stethoscope,
Breaks
the dawn, he called females,
I
came out of the room wait patiently,
A
sudden cry disturbed the silence,
A
baby is born doctor helped delivery,
It
was a safe delivery mother is safe,
In
the apron doctor came out smiling,
Held
the baby in bosom declared,
A
girl is born in good shape, crying,
I
saw poor villagers smiling,
Lovingly
looked at her, the baby is bright,
I
felt a trickle of tears in my eyes,
Bewitched
at her eyes, I held her.
Pen:
Bijayananda Mishra
Title
of Poem: Bewitched
Themes:
born a baby girl in a remote village
Date:
23rd November 2022, Cuttack
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