SHADOW

 

SHADOW

 

Life appears to be river curvy,

Fantasies and aspirations entwine,

Hope and frustrations mimic tidal waves,

Dream illusion of oasis mysterious,

Listened attentively to heart whispers,

The thud angrier, throb romantic,

Dispassionate for study left late,

Dejected life, scornful parents,

Silent, aloof, preferred, separated,

Not physically but an emotional chord,

Never, Father enquired me any reasons,

Looked down upon me, a spoilt kid,

Left my plates with food on the table,

Scarcely invite for lunch or dinner,

They laugh, gossip, discuss a lot,

My presence both moves away,

Countless questions to mother,

Her answer disheartening hurt,

Illiteracy is a curse that must suffer,

Your rejection of college life suspense,

Want to be a parasite feed willingly,

Sustain others earning hard work,

Mother conveyed clearly a burden,

Earn yourself or vacate help parents,

Left that day our home to the street,

Few money savings baggage with me,

A friend, his father allowed his garage,

Life renewed as a painter, the beginning,

Helped a friend's dad, and uncle, with funds,

I started selling paintings with frames,

 I knew my father was intelligent, educated,

Studied night long, passionate about books,

Great memory can remember mostly,

Eloquent speaker on various subjects,

My life failed to match him same DNA,

He commented a caustic remark sadly,

He is not my son how the blood betrays,

I hate a stupid son left studying soon,

Think in my shop on him love much,

Feel proud of him for his talent skills,

But my life, my passion is the brush,

Mind projection scenarios scenic,

Scenes at times violent mind reality,

Capture eyes green greedy cruel too,

Nature paints greenery hills sunset,

Glowing peaks of snow-clad peaks,

Days pass to paint a sympathetic heart,

Love, caring, touching souls spectral,

Decades after got self-sufficient life, 

Married, then a child plus our roof,

The small city is now known famous painter,

Each exhibition and a great deal of money,

My son is growing completed school,

Stood as the best student highest marks,

Got Governor's prize for debate, a talk,

Winning several essay completions,

His selves are full of cup, gold medals,

Performing in college was extraordinary,

His gold medal as the best graduate I saw,

Socked remember my dad once said,

I did not have his blood in contempt,

Puzzled now how my son is different,

Uncle cleared my doubts disbelieve,

Blood speaks distinctly inherited, 

Grandson is the shadow of his Grandpa.

 

Pen: Bijayananda Mishra

Title of Poem: Shadow

Themes: Inheritance reflected

Written: 7th July 2923, Cuttack

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SHADOW

 

SHADOW

 

Telling the truth of life honestly,

When life gets extinguished,

The shadow that follows always,

Loses its existence in the world,

Surprising it is called a ghost,

The signature for existence is sacred,

I find the shadows of a big tree,

Sit often under the tree in the shade,

Not only cool in hot summer,

The peace and subtle happiness flow,

Fiery hot winds get discipline,

The breeze induces sleep restfulness,

Forget myself, watched the open field,

Find cattle taking rest at midday,

In life, surprisingly found the shadow,

Not physically, but on my mental plane,

Here is a woman, my life partner,

Why she named the better half,

Felt her existence me her shadows,

Looked at her love promised me,

To walk hand in hand life long,

It happened to my parents,

Generations scripted eloquently,

The service is  priceless and invaluable,

The cement that holds family stronger,

Procreation God defined duty,

The mother is brick for the motherland,

The first teacher for every citizen,

Undeniable instill human character,

A pure, virtuous, loving heart acquires,

Human knows to tolerate or struggle,

Watch her from close her watchful eyes,

Watching always alert for her children,

Countless services for children,

Human society fails to pay back,

She feeds the nation with a leader,

In every sector of work, a mother inspires,

I find her presence in my life,

Felt like her shadow basking in love,

Never seen love any substance,

Only experienced love reason for life,

Life survives, grows, and prospers,

The shadows on someone's head,

Never felt its existence enriching,

Amazed, the established famous spirit,

The spine of the stout man is his wife,

Inconspicuous behind the  limelight,

Her support, same as the shade of trees,

Any leader can well recline breaths,

The place is her bosom stubborn,

Happily drinks her husband's worries,

Share has a meaning I found,

Behind her, my wife steals pain,

I saw her pale face fight to hide,

If there is any worry, her husband,

Minute observation, rest, medicines,

Ever tries to intrude into mind-space,

Comforts  her husband, forces him to sleep,

The first person to take pride in victory,

An accident that became a disaster,

I survived near death fought only,

In a state of delirium, unaware of the state,

My life was on the knife edge of life and death,

Not for a day or weeks, but a whole year,

A damaged brain and age troublesome,

Six years passed, and I recovered knew,

All the time I was under her shadow,

She brought back my life, defeated fate,

Ink fails to elaborate on her service, care,

Entangled my diminishing hope,

Her shadow was the rope,

Snatched me out of teeth of death.

 

Title of Poem:  Shadow

Pen: Bijayananda Mishra

Theme: Wife's presence in life

Date: 7th November 2022, Cuttack

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