GOD
Remember
my childhood clearly,
Never
could know my parents,
Only
when got aware of roving in streets,
A
dirty torn shirt and pant wears,
Passerby,
if a kind-hearted person,
Offers
a few coins or a morsel,
Got
leftover food fights dog often,
Days
were between dawn and dusk,
Tied
limbs spread leisurely to watch night,
The
silence was so mysterious and lonely,
The
story of my childhood continued,
A
woman at the railway station I saw,
Begged
her at the platform she called,
Sat
with me on a bench, gave food,
Asked
me to accompany her I agreed,
She
took me her home, washed,
Gave
dress, a mat to sleep on that night,
Slept
for an eon bone tired, disbelieved,
Why
I didn't know felt like crying in sobs,
Undeniable
noticed heat wreathing,
Shivered
body tender remain awake,
I
was thinking when dawn breaks,
The
lady certainly drive me out,
The
dawn madam took me to a boarding,
Many
children were staying, reading,
The
guardian admitted me to a school,
Never
I had to pay dues, madam paid,
I
have never seen her later but grew up,
The
unseen God now I believe much,
Not
in the temple but the lady I saw,
Only
once I met stayed at her home,
Decades
after still, I have not forgotten,
Her
face, demeanor, voice, and touch,
Etched
in heart, not temporal, exists,
She
preferred anonymous, sadly,
I
could not get her home address,
The
boarding school told me this,
She
was on travel found me helped,
Completed
my graduation, got a job,
Got
the means to live alone,
Decent
to my views, beyond dreams,
So
real but got promoted to status,
I
prayed Lord now and then,
My
only aspiration is to meet her once,
Days
rolled to months, years to pain,
An
authority to issue a certificate is the job,
I
am passing a busy life in the office,
Issue
residence certificates to the public,
Verify
details of persons, property,
One
day I found a lady quite aged,
Standing
with the application in front,
Accepted
her form and read quietly,
Looked
to question got stunned,
Doubted
her face recognized then,
Auburn
hairs had grown white, decent,
Wrinkled
beautiful face, a red dot,
The
eyes and eyebrows unfailing the same,
I
dashed to her feet respectfully, touched,
Gasping,
called her Ma. I found my God.
Pen:
Bijayananda Mishra
Title
of Poem: God
Theme:
God is human; Fiction
Date:
24th November 2022, Cuttack
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