RECONCILED
Let me escape from prison,
Captured my life dumped locked,
Impossible to escape getting
liberty,
Attractive, my home is
luxurious,
Provides every conceivable
comfort,
My wife and son are realistic,
Quiet, and both move with
time,
Faced unexpected disasters met,
Withered troubles threats
stood,
Restless, angry at my fate
mood,
Little harmed anyone in life
wished,
Caused breaking lives of other
fished,
In the dream wished anyone
suffer,
On my account ruined cursing
me,
Stolen happiness left a river
of tears,
Surprised it was beyond
conceived,
Prayed for others along with
family,
Expected clearly, their comfort
and safety,
Life accustomed, friendly,
loving,
An inkling of revenge dared to
touch,
Not pious passionate to care,
Healing touch assuages hurt,
Why then suffer alone less
speak,
Buckles spines experience weak,
Bright the bedroom bed, soft
clean,
Feel restless pensive wrecked
thin,
Drained marrows fibers loose,
Fickle nerves frighten spirit
soon,
Achieved everything life
snatched,
Not letting down others by
wisdom,
Why now suffer in mind blanked,
Covers a darkness unknown grip,
Frustration from nowhere burns,
Loving family care failing
reasons,
Sobbed by now aware of an end,
Contradicts reality less
possible,
A confused animal lost its
sense tense,
Cried out alone, hot tear
pretense,
Found well the fact families
knew,
Have children, grandchildren
view,
No way a simple matter their
link,
Extended their root images
click,
Three generations behind
existing,
Smiling long mustache well fling,
Exist today, tomorrow, century
after,
Won over physical death blood
allure,
Looked at me in the mirror and
found,
Root after my son lost
profound,
Visible his single life, he
decided,
Failed plainly to force him,
denied,
If not today or after a few years,
Know distinctly my blood fears,
Erased without a trace clarity
stare,
Lord has given everything life
dare,
Never conceived the fact root
is lost,
Many ancestral families faced
the worst,
I am not the first person to
experience this,
Broken hundreds of couple
intense,
Lord never bestowed to their
wombs,
Died childless, crying before
Lord,
Quiet now. wiped out tears,
looked at,
The face of the Lord smiling at
my start,
It is my world, I play, O human
think,
Don't pretend to be the master
sink,
Reconciled to my command time
obeys,
Reconcile your dogma wrongly
dismays.
Pen: Bijayananda Mishra
Title of Poem: Reconciled
Themes: The infinite pain of a
discontinued root
Written: 25th July 2023,
Cuttack
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