DISCOLORED SKY
That day, there was no
sunshine,
Cloudy, moist, dampness
sadness,
Failed to explain my heart
rebelled,
Searched the gloominess
visible,
A person I loved and respected
deeply,
She accepted her fate aloof and
meekly,
Found the radiance her look
bright,
The day as if matched her life
pale,
Children left her husband no
more,
The big house was discolored
and cracked,
Long courtyard trees uprooted,
Wild grass, an earthen pave
way,
The front door wooden cracked,
Visited her and felt concerned,
knocked,
She opened the door, surprised,
Smiled, she loved me like her
son,
The marked house was empty and
lonely,
She is using a room out of
many,
Only a bed cooking stove boxes,
The floor is mosaic, clean a
mattress,
The roof plaster fallen spider
web,
She gave me a cup of tea and
asked,
Failed to gain the courage to
reply,
Lied replied to know her
condition,
Lines her face white saree
rendition,
I cried before her quiet was
she,
All children abroad debate,
Lost her husband observe life,
Widowhood non-attached sacred,
Constant chanting of divine
name,
Consult a doctor when ill, time
the same,
Seven colors of rainbows she
lost,
In the twilight years, her
serenity lit,
Aunty defeated human sorrows,
Discolored sky, her horizon
pale,
Prostrated at her feet, not
devastated.
Pen: Bijayananda Mishra
Title of Poem: Discolored Sky
Themes: Detached lost the
colors
Written: 9th January 2024
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