PORTER
Never
get astonished life happy,
Imagine
a crossroad watch people,
The
world is funnily in four directions,
I
saw in life the stream of people,
Each
one is opposite going distances,
Unknown
their destination cross here,
Not
the motion of life I have marked,
But
life meets after traveling distance,
Fate
forces separate people far off,
Job
hooks to a place for part of life,
Impossible
to escape from duty stays,
Separated
blood yearning missing one,
Hungry
in look wait patiently sadly,
The
date of the calendar rolls faster taunts,
Still
opportunity to meet extends,
Not
deliberate compulsions confines,
Separate
family members wait and wait,
A
porter by profession carries luggage,
Upon
the arrival of a train, I look closely,
Surprised
has seen warm tears,
Sobbing
silently, stand wait for arrival,
Unfathomable
their impatience,
I
stand with them for luggage,
Silently
standing, their eyes lost,
Wait
for that split second to unite,
Arrives
the monster hissed proudly,
In
time reached the station,
Search
eyes like dears windows,
Coaches
roll quickly and halt before them,
I
look at smiling faces waving wildly,
The
man in life wife missed for years,
Children
grow up with curious eyes,
Wait
for their father went abroad,
Missed
for years probing understandable,
I
see their happiness meeting him,
The
life unites people I witness,
Friend
opposite scene, I felt the opposite,
Heartbroken,
I cry too, felt tearful,
They
were not mine, empathy overtakes,
Old
couples came to the station,
Their
only child, a young man, leaving,
Joining
for service overseas is lucrative,
The
pleasant news sank in sorrow,
Knew
very well the chick of Yester years,
Spread
his wings flying far off,
Root
their prepared nest, perhaps,
The
future poses a question son will return,
Empty
will be house emptiness heavy,
I
look at them, the mother sobbing,
Reclines
her head on the chest of her son,
The
child was tearful and hugged her tightly,
Ma,
I shall return little worry,
Allow
me happily smiling to join,
Wiped
my tears, knew the smiles
The
pretension of a mother her love thick,
Father,
I introspected, a rock stature,
The
pain of separation is fathomless,
Trying
his best to accommodate failed,
Embraced
his son, kissed his forehead,
Go
dear, cherish your future, and pray to God,
His
son touch his feet, tears wet his feet,
I
offloaded his luggage and gave him a card,
Printed
of Lord's face a belief laced with,
He
offered enough money, and I returned,
I
hugged him, to return when back home,
My
book of life ring of scenes touching,
The
son returned after a decade with a family,
His
old father, I saw alone, queried,
He
recognized me, told her demise,
The
platform where the son saw his mom,
For
the last time never thought of losing her.
Pen:
Bijayananda Mishra
Title
of Poem: Porter
Theme:
Witness life scenes touching
Date:
18th December 2022, Cuttack
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