CRIPPLED
Exuberance once inflamed the
mind,
Devout heart faithful to effort
instill,
Born with nothing to boast,
proclaim,
Deprivation is invisible,
chained tightly,
Hunger, the pang of
indescribable hurt,
Roamed through streets with
alacrity,
Help O neighborhood help to
survive,
Get a morsel of food, can take
a breath,
Help me to study at a
university, established,
Forget an anonymous birth, sad
teenage,
Look, O human, the seed grows a
growth,
Few years after hundred feet
high luxuriant,
Pregnant with such dreams
expectant,
To toil hard on rocky and
barren land,
Convinced to harvest and
cultivate struggle,
Reject impossibility devoted,
really,
A miraculous story of a life
through help,
Achieved success, name, and
fame,
Rewarded people funded
benevolently,
Cured devastated heart to
stability,
Stood firmly with men and women
in life,
Provided me, a shelter, food,
cloth, money,
Selfless their assistance
remembered,
At odd hours provided a helping
hand,
Saw their children get married
and settled,
Used my power position in
return,
Felt capable able to pay back,
Debts of their sacrifice for me
indebted,
Tearfully provided assets,
goods, gadgets,
Savor their grateful eyes
happily,
Story not here ended life
changed,
Irk of fate turned luck and
success,
Left my better half suddenly
with kids,
She provided no reason out of
the blue,
Missed my home and found a
ghost house,
Hunted countless luxuries
asset,
What for, for whom, inkling
heart,
Not able to weep tears failed
miserably,
Silence gripped long lonely
hours,
Fear outside world, noise,
busiest,
Preferred loneliness dark
chamber,
Fail to analyze past, present,
and future,
Why did it happen she blocked
me,
Thousand earnest pleadings fell
flat,
Children choose mother
separated,
Angry to think of a past
downtrodden,
An illegitimate child orphan
once confided,
A Boomerang strike hit me
grounded,
She accused me of hiding facts
cheating,
Ask my conscience the womb
invited,
Never knew a mother would
reject a newborn,
Someone kind-hearted took to
lap,
Grew up in a poor cottage, but
divine heart,
Accepted as my parents,
adorned, worshiped,
My family rejected my parents
as outsiders,
Decided never to squander my
property,
To live to find reclusion and
accept lonely life,
A birth not cursed life was
precious,
So many people showed kindness,
Never to defeat my fate that
posed,
Twilight years longing for
happiness, peace,
The setting sun sinking beyond,
Spreading long shadows loves
twinkle,
Loved adopted parents loved
hearts,
Funded me wholeheartedly, I
studied well,
Thanked Lord, successful, rich,
and famous,
Touched my skin, on scrutiny,
wrinkled,
Rejected an orphan illegitimate
crippled!
Pen: Bijayananda Mishra
Title of Poem: Crippled
Themes: People respected family
rejected
Written: 4th July 2023, Cuttack
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