MALAISE
Deeply
immersed in thought in love,
Son
plays with a toy home nicely,
Three
storied house furniture a lot,
Staircase
rises to the rooftop high,
Ground
floor office room for me,
Drawing
room, kitchen, dining,
Arranged
on the first floor neatly,
Second
floor, study, and bedroom,
A
small library at the corner n table,
On
the roof a small room for washing,
Wire
to keep wet clothes for drying,
Ground
floor garage at one side,
Astonished,
he was so meticulous,
Queried,
where will be brothers,
Where
is room for your sister?
A
guest room is needed for visitors,
He
impressed me, elaborated in detail,
A
solar panel for the house is required,
I
shall build everything for us,
Brothers
will build houses for them,
Dad
n mom is in a bedroom near mine,
An
antenna will be fitted for television,
A
computer mobile at my table,
Planning
everything, serially listed,
In
fifth grade, surprised by his thoughts,
His
mom was astonished n speechless,
Siblings
listened to all explanations,
Broke
the toy home dismantled,
A
fight started, his sister was angry,
Did
not talk to her brother, the story,
The
drawing room, on carpets, evening,
A
scene happened only children's game,
Surprisingly,
true it happened, I knew,
In
the village, a huge mansion was built,
Grandpa
was the landlord, constructed this,
Palatial-mansion
three storied,
Garage
car at that old times big,
Central
hall large one on ground-floor,
Kitchen
room, dining hall near,
Two
floors of bedrooms, a big balcony,
The
tin shed quarters for servants,
The backyard
and front ground till gate,
The
field was big, and well, cowshed visible,
It
was designed by a famous architect,
The
demise of my grandfather started
tragedy,
My
father, uncle, his sister quarreled,
Staying
in the city, all demanded money,
Father
inherited as the eldest son,
Fight
in the court lasted for decades,
The
village home was empty, breaking,
Once
visited, noticed fallen roofs,
Walls
were cracking, sprouting trees,
Creepers
covered the windows,
Wooden
doors and furniture stolen,
Cowshed,
servant houses were empty,
Broken
boundary wall cows grazing,
That
evening I was watching my son,
My
dad and uncles are no more, I realized,
Disbelieve
innocent children, act the same,
An evening with a tea cup stormed malaise,
Deeper
was emotions, the blood breaks.
@
Bijayananda Mishra
