CONNECT
Once
upon a time, happens to be a chick,
Cries
of this baby reverberated alarmed,
The
entire family knew the baby, hungry,
Soiled
the cloth limbs smeared less angry,
There
was the mother cleaned you well,
Feed
from her breasts smiles quell,
The
giggling playful arms and legs, a sight,
The
tiny one once started crawling was news,
The
day child walks celebration at home,
Calling
papa Mama the musical rare to find,
It
was this youth, Big Bird, that fled,
Wings
wide, he spread happily left a shore,
The
shore of the home grew up, studied,
Earned
awards after awards certificates,
The
civilized world embraced this soul,
Do
earn, do learn, be born as a citizen,
The
soil, today missing dearly wind and water,
The
grain field golden shed waving sad,
The
greeneries hill mountain cast sorrows,
Left
children her soil flight above oceans,
Nested
in far-off countries, prospered well,
The
people noticed migrants wise dwell,
Time
watched everything, silent witness,
Eternal
music is time, story hundreds,
Back
at home, the woman's hair is graying,
Whitish
patches increasing life depict,
Wrinkles
now visible, limbs tired but quiet,
Deep
within her heart, still burning love,
My
child, my child, his name exceeds,
What
exceed dear human than Allah,
More
than Jesus, Lord, Krishna but dear,
Exists
in this life to pray for safety, security,
Worship
sharp on the birthday of her child,
Prays
now to the unseen Lord for his long life,
Never
demanding, less tell her service,
Love,
only glowing love alive subtly touch,
Come
on baby, an adult now feel strong,
An
established man confident so wrong,
The
blood flowing in your vein her gift,
Forgot
the umbilical cord connects the navel,
The
womb, once sheltered for nine months,
Allowed
the baby to travel the globe,
Urban
modern life O' busy, extremely busy,
Works
day and night to fight for the future,
Promotion,
bright career, money, golden,
What
not I achieved in life ego boasting,
Applaud
children and sweet darling,
Gifts
plenty showered hugged family,
Today
this man fell sick, fevers rising,
The
disease is less severe bedridden for a week,
Dead
of the night, wake up suddenly,
Surprised,
silent night, home is in darkness,
All
switches switched off his wife sleeping,
Who
made him get up surreal,
Next
dawn, his wife answered him,
You
were shouting Ma, Ma, Ma, continuous,
Thought
you were dreaming she slept,
Not
slept in another part of the globe,
Someone
profusely sweating got up,
Her
worried face trembling every fiber,
Connect
with the cord, dear human,
From
the navel to early home, the womb!
Pen:
Bijayananda Mishra
Title
of Poem: Connect
Themes:
Connects the umbilical cord
Date:
20th January 2023, Cuttack
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