HEARTH
Eulogize
the poor man's hearth,
Incomparable,
won eons, earth,
Time
changes everything cruelly,
Erase
spectacularly extensively, (1)
Disappear,
nothing permanent,
Inventions
appear as instruments,
Flooded
home craze modernity,
Hearth
inconspicuous a reality, (2)
Firewood
earthen hearth duet,
Stood
millennia boiling create,
Added
earthen pots sun-baked,
Are
relevant to kitchen racked (3)
Home
food rice dal vegetable fry,
Villages
procure from fields rely on,
The
river bends beside a village,
Variety
of fish turns curry craze, (4)
Roasted
potato and vegetables,
Charcoal
burns tastes, enables,
The
pillowing smoke intoxicates,
Spreading
aroma spices, detects, (5)
Cow in
the backyard, life remember,
The
oven was the earthen hearth, user,
Cheese,
butter, ghee, and cakes,
Milk
home produced, makes, (6)
It was
seven decades ago to wait,
Still
in a village home perfect,
The
sweet taste is unique,
Lingered
still today feel piqué, (7)
The
village produces oils varieties,
Pure
little adulterated facilities,
Simple
folks lack amenities,
Unthinkable
urban life reality, (viii)
Grew
but accustomed time recognize,
The
difference between a city surprise,
The gas
burner, cooking gas,
Electric
oven microwave alas, (9)
Thousands
are paid costly, yet,
No
smoke automatic estimate,
In a
minute, prepare dishes well,
The
charm of hearth withstood, (10)
Incomparable
taste purity well,
Not
packaged ingredients fail,
Tasty
leaves or fresh vegetables,
Collected
fish from river treble, (11)
No way
ice-packed fish or meat,
The
village produce and a hearth fit,
Homemade
spices and aromatic,
Reminded
a past teenage, exotic, (12)
Village
women, if busy cooking,
Attract
homemade cakes ring,
Life
changed to city life, honestly,
Opportunity
for work earnestly, (13)
The
left village, the hearth got silent,
Vanished
the dreamy lives vent,
Missed
warmth of hearth recall,
Cold
season lo burning charcoal, (14)
Sit
around in a group of siblings tight,
Mustard
oil, fried rice, onion, light,
The
gossip endlessly hunts memory,
Missed
our hearth n warmth sorry... (15)
Pen:
Bijayananda Mishra
Title
of Poem: Hearth
Themes:
Village cooking places alluring
Written:
18th August 2023, Cuttack
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