UMBILICAL CORD
Knew later time rested in the
womb,
Survival, the critical issue,
is forgotten,
Mesmerized by the split-second
dazzle,
Blinded, incoherent cries
shrilling,
Nine months imprison dark life
aware,
Floating felt in a sea of
infinite love,
The chord sole link survival
episode,
Forgotten so soon light
mystified,
Strange world bright eyes in
view,
Focused looking at intensively,
Unknown place ejected from
womb,
Uncomfortable as a newborn
sleeping,
Slept for years today confess a
fact,
The umbilical cord is still
intact,
Subtle surreal feelings linked
exist,
The creator shadows everywhere,
Constantly in communication
soon,
Instantly thoughts flowed to
the Lord,
The silent witness watching
impassive,
Flowing inspiration energy
overwhelm,
Sit whenever quiet silence
surround,
Heard so often whispers and
profound,
Guides me to live well, fight
troubles,
Lord acts like a coach, gives
trouble,
Leave my life little
communication,
Throw me to surging waters
swirling,
Pull me down to fathomless
depth,
The dark bottom floor of
sadness,
Block light of energy
positivity numb,
Such moments arrived in life
socked,
Unnoticed sudden father
departed,
Looked at his frame still
shattered me,
When consigned the pyre I
torched,
He was God, even now, will
remain so,
I could see flames engulfing
mortal frame,
No tears beyond my belief
shaken,
Heart the vibration whispering
too,
Behold birth and death natural,
His soul left his mortal
remains to exist,
Five elements that constituted
a body,
Merging like the river into the
sea,
Death blesses life, erases name
to a face,
Forgets time, people, and
country well,
Look at seasons change, new
leaves sprout,
Soul discovers the womb again
and again,
The cord connects with me for
creation,
Served your father blessed feel
son,
Mysterious, astonished, who
says to me?
Left cremation ground hastily
confused,
A decade after finding my
mother suffering,
Paralyzed her thin limbs,
inert, sleeping,
Motionless speaks feebly
inaudible,
Touched my heart to feet, my
Goddess,
What she has not tolerated in
her life,
To watch me grow stubborn to
live,
Blessed me long life to stand
robust,
Her hand fed me, but I
quarreled a lot,
My naughtiness mischief she
noticed,
Changed my life, her tolerance
struggle,
Sold her gold chain I could
study,
She dreamed her son to be an
engineer,
Age has crippled me, clueless
to help,
To assist her when she needs
wish healed,
The sob chokes my throat, and
she yearns,
To recover and see our happy
lives,
Broken-down in silence, sitting
alone, angry,
O Lord, why so cruel torture my
mother,
Feverently prayed she may
recover,
Or your ill wish to take her
back,
The umbilical cord reconnected,
Streaming His voice console
sooth too,
Discovered then that the
umbilical cord exists,
Called Him through the channel,
Sending courage and wisdom to
withstand,
Permanent umbilical cord magic
wand.
Pen: Bijayananda Mishra
Title of Poem: Umbilical Cord
Themes: Subtly exist after
birth links creator
Written: 14th July 2023,
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