RIVERBANKS
Bends
the river near the village,
Grew
at the side knew so well,
Love
my heart at every dawn her sight,
The
sun rises at the other shores,
Blue
waters in the autumn gain hues,
A
surreal but unearthly view of orange,
Wakes
up at the ringing bells in the road,
Cow
herds living in cattle sheds are moving,
Announces
naughty hen on a rooftop,
Get
up quickly, morning wait eagerly,
Margosa
sticks charcoal toothpaste brush,
A
glass bottle of mustard oil before bath,
Getting
fresh with cold water refreshes,
Elders
accompany children,
Visible
her scenery boats plying,
From
school watch, fishermen sailing,
Throw
nets catch fish worth watching,
Visits
to the riverbank picnic many,
Understands
her furry in flood fiery,
Fund
of the river peasant flood water,
Vegetation
at both riverbanks scenic,
Wonderful
is to walk in these fields,
On a moonlit night, the shore experiences
electric,
Pervading
song of flute from another side,
Many
times returns to the village,
Nighttime
full moon night river changed,
The
sight resembles a dream silvery,
Use
to sit in the boat and forgets everything,
The
thick fog settles on rare occasions,
Visible
moon, the river vanishes,
Unearthly
state the dark water lucent,
Mist
surrounds the boat, invisible shores,
Contemplate
me how magical,
The
river that captured my mind is the same,
Where
it begins, where it ends, not known,
The
sight of the riverbank is a picture frame,
The
background behind my life that grew,
Homesick,
revisit the village sight,
Settles
dusk, crimson the setting sun,
The
dust cloud behind cowherds aural,
Speechless
in my twilight years,
Life
passed at the riverbank reminisce,
From
childhood, God is the river, exists,
Gives
bountiful crops and water plenty,
The
fishery that changes poor man's plate,
Most
nourishing, tasty delicacies favorite,
At
this age, I stand alone at a riverbank,
The
dust screen at evening bells ring,
Orange-red
river water riverbank in the aura,
A
heavenly angel, luminous pristine water,
Comparable
to the life of a woman divine,
Sustains
beautifies two families, unique,
Both
families resemble riverbanks,
Without
riverbanks, the river loses meaning,
A
married woman without both families,
Loses
the significance of the life it nurtures,
Parents'
family and in-laws linking,
The
service a female provides to both,
Her
presence as an angelic river flows,
With
all serenity helps growth divine,
Her
selfless sacrifices are innumerable,
Equalized
to benefits of the river subtle,
Parallel
riverbanks never meet,
Links
the river flowing like a bride.
Title
of Poem: Riverbanks
Pen:
Bijayananda Mishra
Theme:
Life of a bride
equally links riverbanks
Date:
18th November 2022, Cuttack
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