REVIVED
Lament
heart spontaneous missed,
Prayer
unheard, sadly hope extinguished,
How
many oil-lit lamps burn for life,
Sickbed
months in hospital in strife, (1)
Fights,
weak body, countless defects,
Doctors
test, instrument it detects,
Monitors
every second minute hour,
Fighting
to survive if invisible power, (2)
Lifelong,
I probed why humans fear,
Someday,
one has to leave not near,
Every
day, we see nearer one depart,
Distant
lands, city job, future impact, (3)
Leave
never to return again happily,
Sickbed
patient dies, ailments early,
No
reason no direct effect surfaces,
Suddenly
disease noticed life traces, (4)
We cry,
get sad, pray a lot, get hurt,
Lord is
not merciless deeds escort,
Looked
at the seed, then the tree, fruits,
Relationship
of seed to fruit mutes, (5)
Who
knows what someone does evil,
Payback
sickness suffers, acts devil,
How
many times warned the gardener,
Poor
man drinking warned, sterner, (6)
His
wife and children are a few burdens,
Works
in the park got sick suddenly,
I liked
the man, simplicity, God-loving,
Helped
him on treatments solving, (7)
Found
drinking damaged his body,
Dark
clouds I cloud notice custody,
Kept
the family on leave for a month,
He got
treatment medicine warmth, (viii)
My
protection, warning, he realized,
His
children and wife loved prized,
Uncle,
uncle, every moment uttered,
I
looked at and questioned, furthered, (9)
Realized
his mistake, cried, kneeled,
Hold my
leg, begged mercy wheeled,
Helping
me, sir, no relationship to me,
Helping,
own accord, sheltering me, (10)
The
seed story I detailed and fruit,
The
wine, untimely death, he mute,
It was
the end of the story, a few years,
Knocked
on my door his child, in tears, (11)
Sir, my
son became an engineer,
The
daughter graduated, now a manager,
I
retired years ago, told have a home,
Life
after retirement garden none, (12)
Revived
from addictions seed heard,
Socked,
I loved my family, I dared,
It was
a battle for months, I won,
Left
wine not seen sickness learn, (13)
Life
was by profession a gardener I tend,
Revived
through your divine hand did mend,
Suicidal
addiction vanished with effort
Revived
my life once again, my rapport. (14)
Pen:
Bijayananda Mishra
Title
of Poem: Revived
Themes:
Realized and survived
Written:
11th December 2023, Cuttack
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