MOLTEN FLUID
Ignored
my faith, my God,
Forgot
my Gurudev,
But
worshiped my mother
As
the essence of my life and her love,
Her
blessings are all for me,
Believes
I shall take this the day I depart,
But
amazed and quite amazed,
Alas, a few generations lost this aspect,
An
aspect and subtle,
A
mother carries in her womb baby,
Her
flesh and blood over months nourishes,
She
feeds her milk, becomes the first teacher,
Takes
care right through her life,
Lo,
forgotten by most inhuman, ungrateful,
Selfish
generation after generation,
Only
except grateful heart deep emotions,
Devotions
and care right up to the end,
As
payback of gratitude for a child,
Much beyond this mundane world.
My
grandmother was very passionate
About the divine, seen all the day reciting,
Lord's sacred names hour after hour,
Till she used to sleep, bead on chest,
But often remember in her loving memories,
Her
last word was the name of my father,
Today
my mother is when near me,
I
just survived an accident two years ago,
And
still struggling to survive fit and healthy,
Her
care and mere presence rare feelings,
And
amazingly healing touch,
And
peace in my life with contentment,
And
blissful times of serenity the entire day,
Those
who lose it in mental perceptions,
Have
lost all these soft emotions,
If
they are mere poor losers in their existence,
In
this mortal world,
They
will go empty-handed,
But
never could know the meaning of love,
What
they know of love is their illusive mind,
That
melts to ether and void,
The
moment they cease to exist,
With
the love of my grandmother,
whose
shadow is still in me,
Inspiration
to love my own mother,
As
her contribution when I was a kid,
With
her immense love till the day she passed,
I
just dropped a little Gangajal,
In her open mouth, sleeping still,
Never
could I know the significance,
Of
departure of her for good,
I
used to call her Maa,
she
still lives in my heart in infinite love,
And
thanks, Ma,
you
taught me to take care of my own mother,
when
she needs the most,
And
with me, ever laughing,
A
molten fluid of deep emotions solidified in time
Title
of Poem: Molten Fluid
Pen:
Bijayananda Mishra
Theme:
Frozen love for grandmother
Date
16th November 2022, Cuttack
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