OURS IS A HUMBLE TRIBUTE TO VINOD KHANNA

OURS IS A HUMBLE TRIBUTE TO VINOD KHANNA

 Ah! Came to a woeful close the role of of a dazzling reel-real life

As the all devouring cancer pierced  through you a cruel knife!

A voice of sorcerous enchantment and amusement hushed forever

An actor and a persona par excellence will prevail again never!

What a conscientious and  law abiding child you were!

Not to fish petty public pity and  trifling media glare,

You kept your agonizing malady a top, fail-safe secret

Until your crumbling fate ultimately collapsed of late!

Yours was surely an illuminating and illustrious era

That was meticulously grafted with an awesome aura

That captivated and mesmerized the viewers all around

Among the dominant Stars on the stiff, slippery ground!

As a most favoured and favourite Hero of millions of fans

You stole many hearts with your inimitable performance.

To have a gifted Star like you was indeed a golden chance

You were indeed ‘one piece’, your lofty acting past instance!

Yet, ah! descended all those who did ascend one day

You were, undoubtedly, one of many an inoblivious Ray.

May your grand soul rest in everlasting peace!

How can you know, to what an extent we do miss?

May many Vinod Khannas, your clones, take birth on Earth

Else, who will pass your enviable legacy of spraying mirth?

As Nature’s behest must be carried out with utmost salute

May you kindly accept with love ours this ‘Humble Tribute’?

* sorcerous – magical, * slippery ground – Bollywood

 ©Shankar D Mishra 30.04.2017

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TUME MORA

TUME MORA

Chandan ra shitalata re tume

Kusuma ra komolata re tume

Mati ra mahaka re tume

Kokila ra kakali re tume……

Janha ra jyotsna re tume

Nayana ra swapana re tume

Hrudaya ra spandana re tume

Mo bahu ra badhana re tume……..

Barasa ra madakata re tume

Samirana ra phusphus re tume

Rajani ra taraka re tume

Mo ostha ra chumbana re tume…….

Suruja unile disa tume

Dibasa badhile chala tume

Sanja gadile saja hua tume

Usha ra unmadana hasa tume……

Ali aji kebala tume hi tume

Tuma bina nijara kalpna asambhaba

Tume aji ati apana ra

Tume sate sabu khusi ra sansara……

Tume o mu aji eka anga beni prana

Tumara sparsare jibana mo dhanya

Tuma bina hebani ke anya

Tume mora, rahila mo rana………..

©Shankar D Mishra   29.04.2017

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TUMA PREMA

TUMA PREMA

 Tume mote kini nela prema ra artha re

Tume mote bandhi dela prema ra raju re

Tume mana mohi nela prema ra subasa re

Tume jebe birajila, mo hrudaya raija re……..!

Adha phuta golap tuma adhara ra smita hasya

Mana mugdha kare tuma mruga nayana ra drushya

Chirantana jharana tume, kahibi mu abasya

Au kia bujhiba aba, ama prema rahasya……..?

Trusa mora menti jae, tume tike unki mari dele

Bhoka bi ajana hue, tume tike pase pase thile

Rati madhya jhalasi uthe tumara se premalingane

Au kiba loda achhi, tume thile ehi mora jibane…..?

Prabhu nku mo sata juhar, tuma prema pai

Tuma prema mo pain ta, nidagha re chhai

Tuma prema amruta re mu ate kutartha

Tuma prema bina e jibana hoithanta byartha….!

©Dr. Shankar D Mishra 29.04.2017

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A TRIBUTE TO UTKAL GOURAB MADHUSUDAN DAS

A TRIBUTE TO UTKAL GOURAB MADHUSUDAN DAS

“Oh! What a rare fluke and buoyant pride

To pen down on the radiant Pride of Mother Utkal:

The Grand Old Man, so well-known far and wide

For his glorious, inimitable wit of a replete receptacle!”

O the proud Mother Utkal’s first Graduate Scion

The first dignified and enviable Barrister of the holy Land,

You were the Cynosure amongst many a million

You trode to enlighten, embellish and enrich Her sand!

O the common folks’  Madhu Babu, loving and darling

You are ever adorable for your political career sterling!

You did your best at your unique Inner Voice’s behest

To uplift the socio-economic-political state of the State.

O the commendable stalwart of Odia-English-Bengal literature

A trilinguist, you gave a clarion call to all Odias to wake and nurture

A staunch patriotism, perseverance and the costliest Self-esteem.

Yes, you were, all through your life, a leaping and agile Stream!

Above all, O the Mother Utkal’s a never inoblivious Son,

You were a guiding, dazzling Star, a bright, luminous Sun,

A social reformer, transformer and  visionary par excellence,

Mother Utkal would have lost Her much lustre in your absence!

N.B: This poem is a tribute to UTKAL GOURAB MADHUSUDAN DAS, Odisha, India

on the august occasion of his 169^th birth Anniversary.

* Utkal – the ancient name of Odisha, a state of India

* Scion – a young member of a family

* Cynosure – centre of attraction

* Inoblivious – unforgettable

©Shankar D Mishra 29.04.2017

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TO THE SPRING

TO THE SPRING

O Spring! How high your highness is unlike me!

Your perpetual perfection is always at the acme,

Lo! I am lying at the disgraceful, fathomless bottom.

My mundane mind gives way to glorify your stardom!

O Spring! How much transparent and resplendent you are!

Ah! Pretence and concealment are aliens in your unique realm.

Neither arrogant nor complacent ever in life you are,

Blessed surely you are for your invaluable share!

O Spring! At your sight, my eyes relish immeasurable delight

Your sparks and sparkles are the marks of a radiant beacon light

May your nectaric touch reign and prevail on earth forever!

May I be cleansed and consecrated with your heavenly favour!

May all commonplaces mingle with you to be like you special!

May your Mercy make the Earth a Paradise, which is most crucial!

* acme - top

* gives way – fails, falls back,

* stardom – prominence

* resplendent – bright, dazzling

*beacon - guiding light,

* consecrated – made sacred

©Shankar D Mishra 29.04.2017

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PASS, SURPASS AND TRESPASS

PASS, SURPASS AND TRESPASS

Those, who pass gifts generously, are very noble

Those, who pass time meaningfully, are so insightful

Those, who are experts, pass the balls to register goals

Those, who fight sincerely, never lose lives’ struggles.

Those, who are extraordinary, easily surpass one and all

Those, who are outstanding, surpass many an adverse fall

Those who are exceptional surpass every odd and obstacle

Those, who are remarkable, surpass the mundane Fame of Hall.

Those are poachers, who illegally trespass others’ property

Those are despots, who trespass others’s invaluable liberty

Those are beasts who trespass against morality and humanity

Those who trespass all ethics give birth to mean irrationality.

O God! Let me never either surpass or trespass to harass.

Unlike embarrassing hyacinth, let me my humble life pass.

©Shankar D Mishra 27.04.2017

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BEHIND

BEHIND

Behind most sweet and delicious laughters

Hidden are most sour and unobtrusive tears!

Behind most dazzling and flourishing flowers

Hidden are most painful and piteous layers!

Behind most golden and glittering yields

Hidden are most swamp and untreadable fields!

Behind most coveted and enviable rewards

Hidden are most inexplicable and invincible hazards!

Behind most sound and slumbering sleeps

Hidden are most unsound and inexpressible griefs!

Behind most beautiful and enticing sights

Hidden are most hideous and sore fights!

Ah! Had all the “Behinds” been conspicuous and open

Who can tell? What would then ultimately happen?

* most - a good number of , * unobtrusive  -  not attracting necessary attention

©Shankar D Mishra   27.04.2017

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PLEASE LISTEN TO OUR PITEOUS PRAYERS

Oh! Don’t pursue us ruthlessly any more

Oh! Don’t poach us relentlessly any more

Oh! Don’t prey us mercilessly any more

Oh! Don’t scare us to fly and scamper.

Oh! We are forced almost to be dwindled

Oh! We are pounced upon, killed and swindled

Oh! We are flying like birds for our survival

Oh! We are forced to flee our premature burial!

Oh! Show, on our innocent species, a little pity

Oh! Don’t make our peaceful habitats your noisy city

Your so-called heaven poses a hateful hell to us

Don’t throttle our breath with your intrusion curse.

Oh! Please do spare us

Oh! Please care for us,

O’ the biped cruel, deaf predators

Please listen to our piteous prayers.

 This is the gold medal winning poem in he Tri-weekly poetry contest, on the theme of a flying deer, conducted by the Group NUGGETS FROM NATURE. I am thankful to the Jury, the President, the Admins., the moderators and all the members of the Group for this. The result was declared on 15.04.2017.

©Shankar D Mishra   17.04.2017

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O BIJUJI, PLEASE MAKE A KIND COME BACK!

O BIJUJI, PLEASE MAKE A KIND COME BACK!

We humbly pray thee,

O the adept architect of Modern Odisha;

O beloved Bijuji,

O Odisha’s daring Sardar Patelji!

We are immensely owed to thee,

O the visionary JRD of Modern Odisha!

Who else could be, as you, so much worthy?

Who else could make Odisha so much healthy?

We profoundly love thee,

O the golden gleam of Modern Odisha!

Who else was so blessed with such a silver spoon in his mouth,

Who else was indeed the need of the hour from the North to the South?

We solemnly pray to thee,

O the retainer of a rare and proud dual Citizenship;

Who can pay back your immeasurable and invaluable dues?

Who else could adorn the Captions better for Odisha News?

We sorely miss thee,

O our Odisha’s darling Bapuji!

Who else can fill up your richest void and saddest vacuum?

Who else can own your able dexterity and enviable equilibrium?

We optimistically beckon to thee,

O the Pride of Mother Odisha!

Please pass your legacy to the deserving million successors,

Who can die for Her; who can retrieve Her missing Pearls.

We heartily beseech thee,

O the real scion of Modern Odisha!

Please have a kind glance at your impoverished Mother,

How she bewails; who else can clear and remove Her overcast weather?

We lovingly embrace thee,

O the Lion of Modern Odisha;

Who can roar like thee for the greater interest of the deprived Odia,

Who else from Odisha’s politics can better glorify today Wikipedia?

We earnestly request thee,

O the noble Soul of Modern Odisha!

Please make a benevolent and much solicited return,

To give Odisha in the real sense a fitter identity of a State Number One!

N.B: (Late) Biju Pattnaik, the former Chief Minister of Odisha, a state in India

* Sardar Patelji – the first Home Minister of India, known as the Iron Man of India

* JRD – Jehangir Ratanji Dadabhoy Tata, the doyen of India’s industrial growth

* Bapuji – Mohandas Karamchand Gandhiji, the Father of the Nation, India

* dual Citizenship –Biju Pattnaik was given a honorary citizenship and awarded "Bhoomi putra" the highest Indonesian award, rarely granted to a foreigner, because of his daring act of rescuing and saving the lives of the Sultan Sjahrir.

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A SONNET ON MY BELOVED

A SONNET ON MY BELOVED

You are the richest of the rich blooms, indeed

You are the rarest seed of the costliest breed

You are the sweetest fruit of the noblest deed:

Past commonplace, far above the mean greed

Born only to bear, always from the front to lead

With least cravings for the trifling and trivial need,

Living to foster, nurture, nourish and caringly feed.

Ah! The loveliest precedent of the friendship creed!

What a fluke it is be blessed with your glowing grace

To win your prettiest heart in a too stiff and tough race

To savour your heavenly aroma with complete solace

To salute to your sincerity and loyalty par excellence

To wrap you gently with my softest, purest Love Lace

And treasure you forever in my soul’s subtlest Case!

* fluke - stroke of  good luck

©Shankar D Mishra   14.04.2017

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Ah! The Wretched Mountains

AH! THE WRETCHED MOUNTAINS

Mountains teach, for their outward beauty, like the distant Moon

Should not be taken for granted emotionally and blindly so soon.

Even though they, for their invaluable gifts, surpass many a boon

Many romantic loons are hypnotized by the both to sing and croon!

Still, no doubt, mountains are the throbbing hearts of Nature

They are teemed with priceless and life sustaining treasure

That is too much for any worldly calculator to scale and measure

Without mountains, would have been dried all our sweet pleasure!

Mountains are undoubtedly the Earth’s biggest water pumps

They store in their invaluable mines so costly metal lumps.

Manifold and myriad flora and fauna so gladly dwell there

Their matchless contributions to the Earth are really rare!

Still, they are not even spared from the greedy human glare

And nights they do shed invisible tears and do silently blare,

For, they are brutally and steadily blasted, cut and murdered

No less than games, they are the easy preys to be massacred.

They are seared, singed, sawed and constantly scrubbed

They are looted, burgled, plundered and pitilessly robbed.

They are beheaded, executed, blown and blatantly erased

They are, by means of destructive machines, daily grazed!

They so lovingly all of us feed, drink and nurture

Oh! We, the disloyal humans, exploit them and torture!

Unless we change our trends and mend our brutal nature

Imminently, our lives’ tubes are certainly to puncture!

©Shankar D Mishra 13.04.2017

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WOUNDS

WOUNDS 

Wounds often result from one’s carelessness

They are often the results of one’s helplessness

Often an unavoidable circumstance one compels

Often they drop without ringing prior warning bells.

Wounds often result inintense pains, pangs and throes

They often aggravate when negligence in care grows.

They often lead to an irresistibly a tragic and sad end

However stout one may be, one does succumb and bend.

Wounds too often don’t cause vociferous, sore roars

They too don’t often shut for the rivals access doors.

They too often taste pleasingly pungent and painful

They too often sweep winds hot and cool.

Some wounds become visible, and some invisible

Some end in scars, some leave no marks perceptible.

Some are healed by medication, some by love and care

Some are past remedy, past forbearance and past share.

* throes – excess pains, * vociferous - loud

* perceptible – noticeable

         

©Shankar D Mishra   11.04.2017

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