SAGACITY

 

SAGACITY

 

 

Born amid morass, learned to pray,

Save me  from the quagmire soon,

Let me live, O Lord, wings in the bud,

Let me grow under the luminescence,

The warmth gives to my soul enough,

Feel comfortable in your presence,

Delimit denials dignified conscience,

Lumen shining within is the north star,

Destroy inborn duplicity, attenuate lust,

Percolates nectar of love sympathy win,

Grows in elusive heart divinity sleep,

Provides cool shed, creeper blossoms,

A fragrant mind smells musk within,

Foolishly musk dear run wild scents,

Seen compassion through serving,

Take care of the sick, feed the hungry,

Shelter to provide destitute selfless,

Love, respect parents, the mother is god,

Prostrate to the teacher to learn letters,

Give me the soul's voice speak softly,

Learn, to learn lifelong, endless mine,

Quit knows the temporal world carries,

Humility, politeness, love, mother teaches,

Acquire sacrifice tolerance endeavor,

Give me a spine of steel strong to fight,

Preserve my dignity, freedom, liberty,

The fight witnessed the Mahabharata,

War of righteousness  supreme sacrifice,

To eliminate vice evil in guise exists,

Provide me the pair of eyes to notice,

To erase malice lies, flatter or abuse,

Subtle senses to discriminate sound,

Provide me taste for empathy healing,

Senses to touch life painful soothing,

Offer let me fruits juices corns milk,

Let me satiate the hunger for the leftover,

Procreate a divine wish to give love, parental,

Strength to take care of baby, growing,

Forget I mine we our words transient,

Melting these illusions to thin ether,

Feel your presence that you wish,

Born to fulfill your motive to complete,

Sing O soul loudly, the glory of the divine,

Part of him in sojourn to fly abode,

The bud within will grow to wings,

Escapes out of chest bones a dungeon,

The flying you soul wing spans wide,

The universe is small soon to reach home,

Inking this midnight thinks the Ukraine,

The winter, piercing cold, children open,

Hungry refugees in open ground,

Passing winter in an alien land, homeless,

Happy Xmas I am crying disobeys tears,

Running to sympathize with their souls,

Fighting this morass, I started inking,

Lord has not given humans devastated,

Forgotten Jesus tearful on the cross,

Dripping blood coloring earth is forgiven,

Alas, the human heart fails to notice Him,

Bruised, scarred divine frame man evil,

Sagacity in heart, pray Jesus loves you,

Forgive the human, may the river of love flood,

Twilight years arrived senses you living,

Had your divine grace ecstasy in quitting.

 

Pen: Bijayananda Mishra

Title of Poem: Sagacity

Theme: Melting to divine love

Date 27th November 2022, Cuttack

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PHONY

 PHONY

 

 

In the dead of night, it was silent,

Lost in lands of deep slumber,

Forgotten my existence reality,

Temporal seemingly nonexistent,

Soul metamorphose to butterfly,

Colorful wings fly to a dreamland,

It was ringing, melted into a surreal world,

Half-awake lifted the mobile phone,

A voice shrieked, called, please listen,

A female tone unknown floated in the air,

Left asleep, quite awake,  surprised,

Went off the call as suddenly it came,

Unknown number bewildered I felt,

Who can call me at this wee hour,

Not at all familiar surprised a lot,

Confused, slept again, ringing again,

It was the same voice pleading to hear,

It switched off again, left me perplexed,

Switched off the telephone if weird,

The day was disturbed felt hunting,

Please listen, please hear me,  repeatedly,

Switched-off the mobile completely,

Clueless tried to forget the episode,

The eerie incident that night lingered,

 Phony call Left me t myriad thoughts,

She must be a female at trouble called,

That night was mysterious for me,

She knew my phone number and tried,

Tried to contact me for help urgently,

It was not a dream number existed,

Suspense in suspension prevailed,

Accepted one of the calls, phony disturbed,

I was sitting in a restaurant having tea,

Sneaked out of busy office time jolly mood,

Singing silently, touchingly, who are you,

Calling me in the early morning fading soon,

O angel, let me meet you at least once,

Tell your owes, open your heart,

Listen to all your sorrows to solve them,

Phony voice why melted into thin air,

This left me curiosity confusing mostly,

Remained shadowy under the veil,

The thought stopped as suddenly,

As my sleep was disturbed by a call,

A decently dressed female politely asked,

Addressed me by calling my name,

Looked at puzzled never seen her,

She asked me to sit on the chair,

Then she told me she was my friend's wife,

My friend was the closest in the college,

She saw me, knew during her marriage,

Her husband was praising me always,

That night was the last day of his life,

Cancer terminated wish to talk,

To talk to me, she rung twice,

Her son, a doctor, switched off promptly,

Her son informed his father was no more,

Her husband's mobile was thrown into a river,

The phone call was phony,

Never could think it was for my pal,

At his last breath, he wished,

I held her hand clasped and cried.  

 

Pen: Bijayananda Mishra

Title of Poem: Phony

Theme: Phony call that was not

Story: Fiction

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SANCTIMONIOUS

 

SANCTIMONIOUS

 

 

In the dead of night got awakened alert,

Dream sorrowful frightened nerves,

Shaken my heart sweating profusely,

Comfortably sleeping on my bed,

Concrete roof two-storied home safe,

Decorated sweet home is lifelong,

The teakwood doors shone in a lock,

Polished wall-painted glows light amber,

Teakwood cot cotton costly mattresses,

Air-conditioned my bedroom a luxury,

I had dinner, bread-butter, juice, and curry,

Satiated cruel taste buds not disturbing,

Warm milk at bed medicines for health,

Tired eyes desperate to sleep quietly,

Wishing to switch off light rest cozy,

Bit disgusted, disturbed at this hour,

Barks dog on rare occasions intrudes noise,

The wee hours hope a dawn breaks,

Yawn after yawn, drowsy frame melts,

Loses senses within a warm blanket,

Thank my luck, graceful fate, fortunate,

Bit selfish, wished to live for eons lustily,

Mobile phone rings, get awake again,

Alarms wake me up got up angrily,

Yes, a meeting a thousand miles away,

 I have to catch the flight pick up ready,

Run, run fast to each comfort needs money,

Swindle a fortune by talking posture, magnet,

Captivate, steal money bags by discourse,

A highlight will be tomorrow's news flash,

 The big and famous charismatic face smiles,

Auburn hair wavy, tiepin jaded crisp,

Polished attire accent aristocratic,

Owed listeners stunned silent salute,

Amazing life established skewed up rise,

I must thank God gave this heart,

To aspire to unthinkable sizzles reality!

A siren sounded in the street loudly,

Worth watching my angry face cruel,

Blocks this ambulance people drive,

Loses flight to distinguished men sadly,

The disturbed night morn is hastily over,

My speeding car moves winding flyovers,

Halt, please halt, order my cab,

The man is sitting on the road sick,

Dirty torn cloth, grown-up beards,

Eyes sunken miserable face so sad,

Inclined to the wall, just fainting visible,

A young lady carefully touching him,

Helping him with some food and water,

I was shocked, recognized the person,

Once, my boss won a business empire,

The wealthiest person in the city, famous,

I lost track of him in my busy life for years,

Only for him what I am today accomplished,

Talked to the lady and thanked her a lot,

Canceled my trip, took him to the hospital,

A doctor is treating him as sick, malnourished,

Safe is he, can recover in weeks,

I admitted him, paid the dues in advance,

Twilight time back home feels drowsy,

This home, comfortable bed, and a safe,

Felt sanctimonious, so temporal, even lost!

 

Pen: Bijayananda Mishra

Title of Poem: Sanctimonious

Theme: A sight aroused soul, sanctimonious

Date: 25th November 2022, Cuttack

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GOD

 

GOD

 

Remember my childhood clearly,

Never could know my parents,

Only when got aware of roving in streets,

A dirty torn shirt and pant wears,

Passerby, if a kind-hearted person,

Offers a few coins or a morsel,

Got leftover food fights dog often,

Days were between dawn and dusk,

Tied limbs spread leisurely to watch night,

The silence was so mysterious and lonely,

The story of my childhood continued,

A woman at the railway station I saw,

Begged her at the platform she called,

Sat with me on a bench, gave food,

Asked me to accompany her I agreed,

She took me her home, washed,

Gave dress, a mat to sleep on that night,

Slept for an eon bone tired, disbelieved,

Why I didn't know felt like crying in sobs,

Undeniable noticed heat wreathing,

Shivered body tender remain awake,

I was thinking when dawn breaks,

The lady certainly drive me out,

The dawn madam took me to a boarding,

Many children were staying, reading,

The guardian admitted me to a school,

Never I had to pay dues, madam paid,

I have never seen her later but grew up,

The unseen God now I believe much,

Not in the temple but the lady I saw,

Only once I met stayed at her home,

Decades after still, I have not forgotten,

Her face, demeanor, voice, and touch,

Etched in heart, not temporal, exists,

She preferred anonymous, sadly,

I could not get her home address,

The boarding school told me this,

She was on travel found me helped,

Completed my graduation, got a job,

Got the means to live alone,

Decent to my views, beyond dreams,

So real but got promoted to status,

I prayed Lord now and then,

My only aspiration is to meet her once,

Days rolled to months, years to pain,

An authority to issue a certificate is the job,

I am passing a busy life in the office,

Issue residence certificates to the public,

Verify details of persons, property,

One day I found a lady quite aged,

Standing with the application in front,

Accepted her form and read quietly,

Looked to question got stunned,

Doubted her face recognized then,

Auburn hairs had grown white, decent,

Wrinkled beautiful face, a red dot,

The eyes and eyebrows unfailing the same,

I dashed to her feet respectfully, touched,

Gasping, called her Ma. I found my God.

 

Pen: Bijayananda Mishra

Title of Poem: God

Theme: God is human; Fiction

Date: 24th November 2022, Cuttack

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BEWITCHED

 

BEWITCHED

 

Besieged the village by remoteness,

Nature, thick forest rock landscape,

Surrounds from all sides isolate totally,

As a teacher, I decided to stay here,

Loved the village kids, an image of God,

Un-spoilt urban life less penetrated,

Simple, loving people, most illiterate,

Peasants, by profession, accept life,

Unaware of urban aspirations, dreams,

Singly clothe on the waist a cotton towel,

Turban or at shoulder covers well,

Perennial harvesting kids get busy,

Play the rest of the year in a forest at a river,

Opened a primary school I joined,

A room concrete built for twenty students,

A few are girls rest boys studying,

Happy villagers with me, live here,

Chosen my life to teach children,

Lives alone in that room comfortably,

Cook my food writing when free,

Life would have been far better,

The lush green forest nature attracts,

Mountainous hills surround exotic life,

Seclusion separated from pollution,

Fresh air, clean waters, fountain cool,

A marshy pool birds paradise wonderful,

I watch sitting among students enjoy,

Tell them stories birds transmigrate,

Warm waters attract continental birds,

Cows buffalos bathe in calm waters,

Variety of flowers lotus spreads shores,

Lotus pond is known far and wide,

No communication with the village exists,

I find my world within the world,

Separate heavenly peace, happiness,

That struck me sickness visits often,

Lacks complete medical facility,

No communication to the city a path,

Trodden by villagers for miles sick,

Watch a wooden bed being carried,

Pregnant women are sick, need service,

Fortunately, I saw a doctor came,

Open a dispensary medical center,

Build a two-room house, start treating,

The state financed the young doctor,

Patients find him, perhaps saves God,

Dying patients get treatment to survive,

We got friendly, closely appreciated,

The venture was unique, unfolded,

One night I heard bitter cries loudly,

Ran outside, a female being carried,

Pregnant, sick, subconscious, moaning,

A few women were taking her,

I went to the medical center and saw,

The doctor connected saline to her,

She was injected with medicine,

The doctor agreed to stay with him,

He was sitting at her bedside,

Alert measuring her by stethoscope,

Breaks the dawn, he called females,

I came out of the room wait patiently,

A sudden cry disturbed the silence,

A baby is born doctor helped delivery,

It was a safe delivery mother is safe,

In the apron doctor came out smiling,

Held the baby in bosom declared,

A girl is born in good shape, crying,

I saw poor villagers smiling,

Lovingly looked at her, the baby is bright,

I felt a trickle of tears in my eyes,

Bewitched at her eyes, I held her.

 

Pen: Bijayananda Mishra

Title of Poem: Bewitched

Themes: born a baby girl in a remote village

Date: 23rd November 2022, Cuttack

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AESTHETIC

 

AESTHETIC

 

 

Stigmatized life scarcely I watch,

Never felt my open heart is brutal,

Fact loving emotionless, I argue,

Beliefs mind collaborates with reality,

That I see observed and noticed deeds,

Watch the consequences opine openly,

Rebellious my heart, to desist from,

Keep silent, foremost behavior I hear,

Know hypocrisy lies sugar-coated,

Trying a few to represent the truth,

Understand well willfully blind views,

Self-interest plays innocent benevolence,

My attitude today cumulative pays,

Unsocial tags separate from friends,

Observe festive events, ceremonies met,

Less I found friends hug, greet even,

Walks away from me I approach,

Never could see a smile while meeting,

Uninvited among relatives, friends,

Lonely life picture I shrink by a mirror,

Think at times to change totally,

Opt out of telling factual the truth,

Accept truth is bitter that bites hurt,

Attempt to humiliate, friends gossip,

Lies duly enjoyed by mates encourage,

Stories figments of imagination portray,

Listen to friends eagerly, never tell me,

Pleasant time passes soon, life forgets,

Left only companionship memorable,

The truth of the matter is less important,

The smiles, jokes, and laughter linger long,

Intrusion in the middle fact is a disaster,

Change, change your lifestyle, be polite,

I realized the fun of friendship is prime,

Friendship is built friend misses soon,

The lifelong heart seeks memory lane,

It was a gradual self-effort to mend attitude,

learned to smile at boasting rumors,

Apparently, enjoying the talk laugh now,

Gossip fiction as real-life experiences,

They listen to stories with rapt attention,

It brings thrilling events into pleasure,

The story is not the point closeness is warm,

Shares youth, his bruised heart healed,

Little important fact or fiction to matter,

More is sharing happiness, laughter,

Gathering bonhomie intimacy thick,

Warm greetings and hugging get automatic,

Talk of endless gossip inquiry proxy,

I did enjoyed get back to my friends,

They tagged me now aesthetic humor,

Noted a paradigm change occurred,

Now I feel friendship is prime help,

Stabilizes life outlet to share owes,

The loneliness and curse life faced, I knew,

An accident changed me totally,

Survived from fatal incident confined,

Feared once the end nearer depressed,

Ever dawn that was breaking knocking,

Knocking on the doorbell, friends visit,

Now I knew the aesthetic sense the warmth,

Their presence erased the horror,

They tell rumors of early recovery,

I found in their heart only care and love,

The aesthetic beauty of their friendship,

Brought tears immensely happy,

Quietly healing effect after they quit!

 

Pen: Bijayananda Mishra

Title of Poem: Aesthetic

Theme: Aesthetic behavior

Date: 22nd November 2022, Cuttack

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