UMBRELLA
The old home still allures
attracts,
The pull of impulsive
existential,
Alive embryonic childhood life,
Nostalgic scenes serenity
neatly,
Far from mundane city life
bristles,
Milling crowds, noisy, busy
traffic,
The quiet small village cluster
of huts,
Our home is the only brick
mansion,
Grandfather was landlord tall,
Respected peasant community,
Shared annual output totally
rent,
Employed by Grandpa paid
grains,
An ample amount of corn oil
clothes,
Few silver coins every year,
mercy,
Treated the villagers as living
God,
Adored his kind heart obeyed,
The village is surrounded by
green,
Hills at one side opposite a
river,
Peaceful, and a school
exciting,
Father was the teacher only
educated,
No coaching class school fee
was free,
Landlord, Grandpa maintained,
The obscure village is a
paradise existed,
Happiness I remember people
were poor,
Uncomplaining illiterate, still
happy,
Unaware of modern gadgets
lucky,
Grandpa, his image of a tall
man, strong,
An umbrella, his shoe, a small
bag,
I knew a box with beetles chew
nuts,
A torchlight toothpicks case,
From far a black umbrella
distinct,
In sunlight, unfailing he
prefers,
At night umbrella accompanied,
In case there will be rain or
not,
His habits carry an umbrella to
town,
Never lost in his life his
umbrella, we joked,
His bedroom, still intact for a
century,
An iron almirah umbrella
hanging,
His bed still maintained fresh,
The floor is cleaned every day
by Dad,
Picture frame of Grandpa
Grandma,
Fixed on the wall garlanded
nicely,
Frequent visit umbrella
attracts,
Once Dad caught stood behind,
You look at this umbrella,
fascinated,
He won hundreds of acres of
land,
The whole peasant community is
landless,
He was the umbrella for peasant
families,
Distribute most of the rice
corns money,
Educated their children free of
cost,
These people claimed his land
and got,
Stopped paying respect,
quarreled,
His land lordship was snatched,
But this umbrella symbolizes a
time,
The glorious period of our root
family,
Like an umbrella stayed above
us.
Umbrella fought against time
stays,
But our royal past is lost with
time!
Pen: Bijayananda Mishra
Title of Poem: Umbrella
Themes: Lost royalty umbrella
won over time
Written: 16th July 2023,
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