RAPPORT

 RAPPORT

 

Impressive personality demeanor,

Faced happen, look at the mirror,

Eyes, dress, impressive, tall figure,

Mirror fails to read mind stay sure, (1)

 

Fail to display deed hand execute,

Unable leg trample self-prosecute,

Deed fair or foul invisible surprise,

Sympathy understanding precise, (2)

 

Humans less speak, distress, fear,

Troublesome life hardships wear,

Sufficiently noticed painful eyes,

Arrogance, ego, life cruel despise, (3)

 

Reluctant to help understand sad,

Humans are at a disadvantage, less mad,

A rock never provides water least,

Trees bear fruit succulent at least, (4)

 

Few leaves poisonous itching test,

Yet leaves have a healing effect,

Animal world snake scorpion bite,

Domestic animal cat dogs delight, (5)

 

A vulture eats flesh, hens lays eggs,

Fruit some toxic grape brew pegs,

Mysterious, mischievous marvels,

Human life is pure spring on the gravel, (6)

 

Clean, soothing quench thirst stay,

Rapport but human know display,

A simple look, silent observation says,

Understand difficulty disparity way, (7)

 

Have the healing touch comforts,

Innumerable help touch rapports,

Such people silently say,

Consolation advice happily dwell, (viii)

Mirror fails to reflect personality,

Rapport with subordinate liability,

Show action visible bond is thick,

Departure of a person tearful quick, (9)

 

Sadly, surrounding grateful fellows,

Auburn and retired life in mellows,

Leave office, but memories live,

Rapport staff, colleagues, believe, (10)

 

Inspired to help others facilitate more,

The virtue of human rapport hurt cure,

Hassle-free will be work, effortless speed,

Wise humans learn rapport, indeed. (11)

 

 

Pen: Bijayananda Mishra

Title of Poem: Rapport

Themes: Cooperate

Written: 16th June 2024, Cuttack

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RAPPORT

 

RAPPORT

 

The river is sacred and ancient flows,

Embankments are stone pavements,

Offered water to departed worshipped,

Takes a holy dip in their loving memories,

Pray for peace and happiness to the soul,

The stone steps to the water get a crowd,

Baths men and women early morning,

Offer water to the orange sun,

Belief to liberate from dawn and dusk,

Graces to break chains of life,

Lighted becomes an ignorant mind,

Wake up to the glories of the sun,

The creator of day and night,

That lures spirits to this elusive world,

Think there is love, kindness, help,

Life makes luxuriant existence enamor,

The bond of humans links children,

Passionate to usher newcomers into life,

Graceful conjugal love marital phase,

The soul savors the elixir of life born,

In the lap grows tiny limbs soon,

Sooner than expected mature into the world,

Happy parents watch children, chicks,

Spread their wings and fly far off to nest,

Life comes to an end twilight signal,

Six pieces of bamboo sticks tied,

Pallbearers carry on shoulders,

The mortal remains must be cremated,

River watch pyres ignited on the bank,

The ashes will mix with flowing water,

Touched holy water that is mixed,

With the ashes of my forefathers, I felt,

The vibration unearthly intuitive mind,

Looked at the burning pyres,

A woman old died, was cremated,

She was staying in a shelter home,

On her demise, three sons intimated,

Requested to cremate her by dawn,

None attended  didn't reply to the news,

The curator of the shelter home performed,

Saved his head after the cremation,

Bathed in the river offered cooked rice,

Offer a little water to the departed soul,

Prayed neck-deep in water for her,

May the rising sun provide her peace,

Provide her soul an abode in life homeless,

I got impressed at his benevolence,

Compassion and immensity moved me,

I hugged him, touched his feet,

Worship, sir, your divine heart,

Give solace to the spirit a destitute in life,

Performed her rights for salvation,

The children failed to do needful service,

 Perform to their mother at her demise,

Touched his head saved curator said,

The mother owns three houses in a city,

Three sons are living in these houses,

Reluctant to keep aging mother,

Left here with me a few years ago,

Today her journey is over to belief,

She has made rapport with God learned,

Learned this world complex in her last breath,

Rapport dedicated to homeless mothers.

 

Pen: Bijayananda Mishra

Title of Poem: Rapport

Themes: Rapport with reality

Date: 17th December 2022, Cuttack

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