Tuesday 29 May 2018

AN ENIGMATIC SOURCE!


AN ENIGMATIC SOURCE!

With the perishment of corporal figure:
The heart stabilizer becomes auto cut!
The supplier of power becomes itself passive!
The streams of smile become dried up!
The tempest of passion becomes stagnant!
The flows of movement become still!
The automatic phone becomes dead!
The telescopic vision becomes obscure!
The computerised memory is deleted forever!
The cordless speaker becomes dumb and deaf!
The fruits of achievement hang sans stem!
The enjoyer of everything jumps into nothing!
The controller of the cosmos becomes now a corpse!
And all about him is an enigmatic source!

Copyright:Shankar D Mishra   29.05.2018
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IF THERE WERE NO TREES!



IF THERE WERE NO TREES!

If there were no trees
Where could blow gentle breeze?
Where could we get cool rains?
How could grow sweet grains?
How could we get freezing shades
Relieve from the fiery Sun our heads?
How could save we floods and droughts?
Yes, grass to sprout could display doubts…

What would happen to our life then?
All would scamper out of pain,
Hi-tech science would doze in vain
Could not survive a single chain
Nothing but Silence over here reign!
Whom would the Earth lavishly entertain?
To enjoy all and praise His creation
So, let’s be all to them kind and humane.

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A TEAR FAIR


On 26/11/2008, Terrorist attacks in Mumbai


A TEAR FAIR

Pools of tears
Streams of tears
Lakes of tears
Seas of tears
Oceans of tears
And showers of tears
Gushing down the C.S.T station
Springing down the Hotel Oberoi
Flushing down the Taj Heritage
Trickling down the Nariman House
Collecting from the other tributaries and confluencing
Flow’d on the bleeding beds of Mumbai
Ceaselessly, relentlessly and helplessly…
Stalling a tear fair for three days
Proving again the adage ‘The barbaric cowards rush in where the civilized heroes fear to tread…’

Copyright: Dr. Shankar D Mishra 26.11. 2023

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IF I WERE A TREE!



IF I WERE A TREE!

Were I a sweet black-berry nut tree,
Standing restive on the bank of a river;
A sweet repository for many a bird and bee,
Much gladder I would be to flourish my favour!

All, except the inanimate, would be my exhilarating guests,
Dawns, noons, dusks and nights I would be busy,
Hospitalising all without hostility and with no rests,
Satiate I would like a Mother selflessly crazy!

Fishes beneath me wouldn’t go unrelished,
Also, when all would enjoy a never ending feast,
Fanning of the breezes would have embellished,
The chirps, hummings and flutterings on my cosy breast!

But, if not I am, at present in reality so,
Should I not try my utmost to do an ounce,
Of my fancy’s part before it does go
Hollow as the modern Ministers pronounce?


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HOW MUCH YOU AGREE?


HOW MUCH YOU AGREE ?

Blindness is a blessing,
Where eyesight fails to perceive properly;
It’s better to be mute,
Where tongue poisons hearts utterly!

A curse is the birth,
That kills other’s mirth;
Ignoble is the life,
That stabs souls like a knife!

A hell is the shade,
That scorches limbs and head;
Futile is the fence,
That filches crops men’s!

Vice is the power,
That injustice does shower;
Garbage is the knowledge,
That lacks virtue, nobility and glaze!

Useless is the cultivation,
That yields rigorous ruination;
Despicable is the elevation,
That blocks the path of salvation!

[This is a National Award winning poem, published in “Samvedana” Mangalore, Karnatak, 2006]

Copyright:Shankar D Mishra   31.05.2018
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LOVE’S TRIUMPH



LOVE’S TRIUMPH

Why art thou mute,
Even they do dispute?
Being themselves a brute,
Assert to be Lord’s flute!

A public property thou art,
Alas! Coerced to play lust’s part!
On thy face they dost smart,
Gambol they, while groans thy heart!

Yes, injustice is to ravish Love’s right,
Smack Him through affront’s plight,
Exploit heartlessly His humility’s height,
Cruelly cucify Him and drag dead delight!


Yet, ephemeral is their miry merriment,
Triumph wilt thou in the last Judgment!

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Monday 28 May 2018

MY MOTHER

MY MOTHER

My mother always bothers,
Very unlike others!
She makes offspring better,
Nothing else on globe is greater!

She serves until Her demise,
She is uneducated but wise!
She is a Full-Moon in guise,
Yes, unpayable is her prize!

She is very familiar with stormy percussions,
Still, rarely bounteous in Her pure affection!
Passive resistance, is Her unique cream.
Alas! Happiness for Her is a dried up stream!

Me like an ingrate son
Earth witnessed never born.
She is a Rose, myself a thorn
I am the chaff, she is corn.

Ah! Stars smile in Her august presence
The Sun departs in her gloomy absence.
Compassion looks through Her chaste glance
To have Her indeed is a Heavenly chance!

Copyright:Shankar D Mishra   28.05.2018
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THE PLIGHT OF TWO HAPLESS PARROTS



THE PLIGHT OF TWO HAPLESS PARROTS

O God! You alone know, what those heartless men procure,
Confining two innocent, harmless and free parrots to soddy cages -
The iron hells, obnoxious, torturous offensive and insecure,
Making them plumeless, homeless, servile and stagnant for ages,
Fettering them illegally and arbitrarily with an irrational temperament,
Divesting them forcibly from flapping beneath the Sun in merriment?


O God! You alone know why nobody pays a pitiful attention,
To the perdue pathos of a parrot couple imprisoned and sodden;
Who undergo rigorous pain sans any crime, calumny or treason,
Who pass through darkest days and bleakest nights without any reason!


O God! You alone know why the sadistic and apathetic man,
 Lacks empathy for the captives who skirl, scream and shriek anon, 
Who shed seas of silent tears, whom a moment wriggles like an aeon;
For, they are the mutest species having no pluck or power to plead,
Very unlike the repugnant human beings, who, in the court, to mislead,
Generously bribe the voracious, vicious and discriminate Judges;
For, they have no black money hordes, or perverted political privileges,
To purchase and pocket the biased verdicts of the callous, owlish Jury,
To snatch and avail themselves of their freedom, which is now a revery!

O God! Thus, the only alternative left for them is to curse,
 And reconcile, with reluctance, to their poor, hapless lots!

Copyright: Dr. Shankar D Mishra  Bhubaneswar, Odisha, India
 07.12.2021

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WHAT WOULD HAPPEN?


WHAT WOULD HAPPEN?

If mind could think all the things
If scruple could judge all the things
If eyes could see all the things
If teeth could chew all the things
If tongue could speak all the things
If hand could touch all the things
If mouth could eat all the things
If mirror could manifest all the things
If stomach could digest all the things
If pen could express all the things
If thirst could quench all the drinks
If man could get all he thinks!

N.B. ‘If thirst could quench all the drinks.’ – This sentence is in the form of inversion. The correct order of this sentence is:If all the drinks could quench thirst.

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Saturday 26 May 2018

LET'S ALL CHERISH TO REMAIN CHILDREN FOREVER!


 LET'S ALL CHERISH TO REMAIN CHILDREN FOREVER!

Yes, children are the prettiest buds on the stems of the Earth!
They are the sources of perennial springs of everlasting mirth,
They do fulfill, in an instant, the distant dreams of the Creation's birth,
Ah! In their heavenly presence, to infinite ecstasy, there is no dearth!

Yes, the serene and Elysian fountains of the children's innocence,
Do quench forever all the mundane and maddening thirsts!
The pure and pleasing smiles on their blooming Rose lips,
Do effortlessly polish, from the minds, the rigid, eroding rusts!

Yes, the soft immaculate stutters of the children,
Wash away the sore sorrows with their limitless happiness rain!
The sweet Panacea that drips from the children's unique glance,
Cures all illnesses, and every heart's elation, does immensely enhance!

Let's all cherish to remain forever children whatever may be our age,
Let children be our ideals to release ourselves from the mortal, mortifying Cage!

Copyright: Shankar D Mishra 26.05.2018


Tuesday 22 May 2018

THIS IS HOW I AM GRATEFUL TO YOU, DEAR ALL.


THIS IS HOW  I AM  GRATEFUL TO YOU, DEAR ALL.

Yes, I am deeply thankful to you, dear all,
Who ever push me hard from the back to stumble and fall,
Who sincerely and ceaselessly, against me, backbite,
Who devotedly and tirelessly try to snap the string of my Success Kite!

Yes, I am immensely owed to you, dear all,
Who never want me to stand steadily and enviably tall,
Who ever do persistently endeavour to see me in convulsive tears,
Who never leave any stone unturned to steal my mirthful cheers!

Yes, I am infinitely indebted to you, dear all,
Who ever relish endlessly to find my attempts go void and null,
Who ever feast on when my sweating shots sorely miss the post Goal,
Who ever sharpen Shylock's Knife to end prematurely my mundane Role!

You must be pondering, how then I am grateful to you, dear all!
For, but for you, dear all: " I could never get an early Salvation's Call!"

Copyright: Shankar D Mishra 22.05.2018
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Monday 21 May 2018

O GOD! LET ME BE UPROOTED LIKE AN UNWANTED WEED!

O GOD! LET ME BE UPROOTED LIKE AN UNWANTED WEED!

O God! To me, an untimely demise is much better,
Than living in a state unavoidably dying, gagged and bitter,
Than drinking the draughts of unawarranted and venomous torments,
Than being hosted by uncalled for accusations acute, slanderous and vehement!

O God! To me, death is more laudable and embracable,
Than, feeding on the dishes inedible and culpable,
Than devouring glass masses illegitimate and indigestible,
Than to comply with the wishes immoral and unreasonable!

O God! To me, that 'End' is commendable and welcome,
That may end others' steady sorrows and constant sadness,
That may fetch them fulfillment, and their hurts, healingly redress,
That may bring them a heaven of Happiness, ending a hell of doldrum!

O God! Let their long cherished desires be presently granted,
Let me be uprooted like a weed irrelevant and unwanted!

*Embracable - worthy of embrace
*Healingly - with a healing effect

Copyright: Shankar D Mishra 21.05.2018
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Sunday 20 May 2018

MY TEACHER'S DAY GIFT TO LINGARAJ SIR



MY TEACHER'S DAY GIFT TO LINGARAJ SIR

After the much awaited blithe daybreak
Scampered dark, revived a parched lake,
Emerged an effulgent, enlightening Star
In the Eastern Horizon, distant and too far
To scintillate a bleak and sombre desert
To shower knowledge, bliss and comfort!

It was the fluke of a withered, emaciated bud
Like me to have your soothing, revitalizing rays’ flood.
Ah! That helped the dormant wretch to resuscitate;
Imbued in the much needed sustenance to rejuvenate
To grow and ramify to a vigorous, gravid and blooming  tree
With your divine and erudite pollination, magnanimous and free!

To pay you, the most expensive and luxurious guerdon
And the most coveted laurel seems ever scanty and insufficient!
No tongue can adore and assess your matchless contribution,
Your  revitalizing effect, and grandeur magnificent,
Nothing can be galore befitting a recompense
For your charismatic feat in converting a hollow-sense,
A wild bramble into an astounding, amusing and aromatic Rose
To fountain wit-felicity fragrance, to be blessed with applause!


N.B: Prof. Lingaraj Dash Sir, the then English HOD, Shah College, Puri, Odisha, India, guided the poet well while he was in +2 and + 3 (with English Honours) in S.C.S College, Puri, Odisha, India 

 Guerdon - reward

 ©Dr. Shankar D Mishra, Bhubaneswar, Odisha, India    
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Saturday 19 May 2018

A WOMAN BEGGAR AT A CITY TRAFFIC SIGNAL

A WOMAN BEGGAR AT A CITY TRAFFIC SIGNAL

A lady beggar with dry, tangled, and unkempt hair,
In an worn out, dusty saree, uncleaned for a year,
With a young fateless baby slung down her poor and starved chest,
From one commuter to another, how eagerly she moves in a haste!

She anxiously stretches her expectant right hand,
With eager eyes to those who pause at a traffic stand!
Some pay a dollar or two out of deep compassion,
Some shrug off, some drop a penny in indignation!

The hurrying, hustling throngs wait for the signal to be green,
Alas! The wretched infant must be asking, "What's my Sin?
Why am  I bare and deprived of a cosy swing and care?
Why am I cursed since birth not able to use my flair?"

But, who can change the crying and groping Fate of that beggar lady,
When will wake up this society slumbering, selfish, indolent and greedy?

Copyright: Shankar D Mishra 19.05.2018
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Friday 18 May 2018

WHAT DOES A WAR LEAVE BEHIND?

WHAT DOES A WAR LEAVE BEHIND?

What does a War leave behind?
Ah! It cripples, in a trice, the whole of mankind,
It leaves behind the stinking mountains of shattered corpses,
It builds behind the stenching towers of tattered carcasses!

A War leaves behind piteous and hapless screams, screeches and shrieks,
It tumbles unmindfully the lofty domes of Love and Peace,
It uproots the firm-gripped roots of Happiness and Bliss,
It pulverizes prosperity-buildings and turns  them into poverty-bricks!

A War leaves behind countless wretched widows and innumerable forlorns,
It leaves behind sea-deep wounds and infinitely incurable burns,
Alas! In an instant, into a dull and dead desert, a heavenly Earth it turns!

Oh! A War steals smiles; rains bloods, and inundates tears,
It ever worsens woes; augments sorrows, but never them cures!
Let's so never wage a War to claim our fleeing Supremacy in vain,
For, devilish is to divide and destroy; Divine is to create and heal one's pain!

Copyright: Shankar D Mishra 18.05 2018
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Thursday 17 May 2018

LET'S SERVE THE WORLD AS A SELFLESS AND PERENNIAL RIVER!

LET'S SERVE THE WORLD AS A SELFLESS AND PERENNIAL RIVER!

When our thoughts are polluted and naughty:
We make ourselves malicious, vicious and dirty,
We are no longer deemed gentle, just and pretty,
For, alas, we lack our most vital and valuable Inner Beauty!

When we are swayed and dictated by ugly hatred:
We let our rigid rancour grow and soar unabated,
We let people's love and respect get betrayed,
Alas! The innocent for their no faults turn ill-fated!

When we are obstinately blind to our filthy faults:
We are regrettably devoid of our rich Reason Salts,
We ignorantly cause to ourselves  irreparable damages,
Alas! We, inexcusably, pose ourselves as Devils, from the Sages!

Let's thus refrain ourselves from the eroding evils,
Let's restart to remould our lives on the Virtue Anvils,
Let's do everyday something so that we can live forever,
Let's serve the world as a selfless and perennial River!

Copyright: Shankar D Mishra 17.05.2018
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Saturday 12 May 2018

MOANING OF THE MOUNTAINS


MOANING OF THE MOUNTAINS

O reckless humans!
How long will you rub us,
How long will you scrub us,
How long will you jab us,
And how long will you stab us?

O mindless humans!
How long will you dislike us,
How long will you prick us,
How long will you strike us,
And how long will you spike us?

O brainless humans!
How long will you gash us,
How long will you slash us,
How long will you slit us,
And how long will you split us?

O heartless humans!
How long will you crush us,
How long will you dash us,
How long will you burst us,
And low long will you blast us?

O senseless humans!
How long will you batter us,
How long will you shatter us,
How long will you mutilate us,
And how long will you eliminate us?

O the so called rational Animals!
Unless you think sensibly of us,
Unless you take pity on us,
You too will soon perish with us,
For, how can life exist without your life Givers?

Copyright: Shankar D Mishra 12.05.2018
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Friday 11 May 2018

MAN MUST PROVE: "HE IS NOT A MERE FRUIT OF FUTILITY!"

MAN MUST PROVE: "HE IS NOT A MERE FRUIT OF FUTILITY!"

Yes, man is nothing but a part of the Earth,
The Earth has never been a negligible part of  him!
Thus, he must end his unsubstantial dream:
"To rule Her and exploit the rest is the right of his birth!"

Alas! In the name of being Her worthiest Protector,
He has been the severest and meanest Predator!
Alas! Under a loyal Servant's cloak, he endlessly plunders Her!
Who will then face the music for his unpardonable blunder?

It is thus high time, he must unmask his ugly identity,
He must refrain himself from profaning Nature' Sanctity,
He must give respect to each living and non-living entity,
He must prove, at length, "He is not a mere Fruit of Futility!"

Or else, neither Science nor Technology can save him from Nature's fury!
All his vain pride, false power and unjust practices, She will soon bury!

Copyright: Shankar D Mishra 11.05.2018
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Saturday 5 May 2018

A PATHETIC SONG OF THE POLLUTED RIVERS!


A PATHETIC SONG OF THE POLLUTED RIVERS!

Alas! We are no longer the same past pristine Homes,
For the countless useful tiny and giant aquatic lives;
Which are now endangered to succumb and untimely die,
For, they are too helpless to protest and resist the poachers' Knives!

Alas! We are no longer the same past life- sustaining Nectar,
For the innumerable miserable  living organisms or animals,
Which can now no longer drink from us a drop of contaminated water!
We can neither be irrigated for the existence of the terrestrials!

Alas! We are no longer considered so much holy or so much sacred,
For, the effluents of the affluent have poisoned the innocent bread!
We have been turned the dumping grounds, and the sewage-beds,
We have too been an easy prey to the evil plots and the foul trades!

Thus, it is high time we were paid due respects and proper cares,
Else, breaths on Earth, will soon perish, and souls will  regrettably be rare!
Humans may imminently be trapped by their own inescapable snares,
And, either to take pity on them or protect them, none will be spared there!

Copyright: Shankar D Mishra 05.05.2018
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Friday 4 May 2018

A PITIABLE AND HEART-RENDING SONG OF ASIFA BANO!

A PITIABLE AND HEART-RENDING SONG OF ASIFA BANO!

Oh! Let us no more be peeled off like onion covers,
Let us no longer be thrown out like useless chocolate wrappers,
Let us no longer be blown off like the husks of the reaped grains,
Let us no longer be forced to be the butts of the lusty promiscuous men's!

Oh! Let us no longer be pressed like the ripe and pulpy palm nuts,
Let us no longer be crushed under the giant and cruel bosoms of the perverts,
Let us no longer be sucked and cast off like the used plastic bottles,
Let us no longer be taken for granted, which strangles us and startles!

Oh! Let us no longer be torn and undressed as the slaughtered goats,
Let us no longer be left marooned, in a rough sea, as the paper boats,
Let us no longer be fettered and battered like the gagged, bonded slaves,
Let us no longer be violated and killed by the unquenched blood thirsty Knaves!

Oh! Let my bleeding voice no longer fall on the insensitive, culpable and deaf Ears:
Let no longer another ASIFA be compelled to shed Oceans of costly tears,
Let not another NIRBHAYA be an easy victim of rapes heinous, savage and fierce!
Let no longer Time's patience be tested, o my sure to pay with the compound interests dears!

Copyright: Shankar D Mishra 04.05.2018
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Wednesday 2 May 2018

LET ME NOT LIE!


LET ME NOT LIE!

Lying is death,
Rising is life!
Not trying is cowardice,
In one's hand is often one's fate!

Lying fallen is death,
Letting getting misused is cowardice!
Life is raising voice against injustice,
And rising above meanness with Faith!

Lying fallen like dry leaves is death,
Staying like the dumb driven cattle is cowardice!
Fleeing the field before the fight is death,
Embracing death like a hero is never vice!

Lying dormant at one place is death in the interminable strife,
Moving ahead cutting across all the bars and barriers is life!
Thus, let me never lie notwithstanding that I have to die,
For, lying heads one to a hell; rising leads one the high sky!

N.B.: Lying is used as a pun, having 2 two senses. 1. Telling lies. 2. Remaining fallen somewhere.

Copyright: Shankar D Mishra 02.05.2018
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Tuesday 1 May 2018

ODIA KABITA "MO PREMIKA RA JIBANA GEETI"





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A REQUEST TO THE ALMIGHTY


A REQUEST TO THE ALMIGHTY

O God! Don't take me to such an arrogant height,
Whence, to descend, there'll be no flight!
Don't replenish me with that much cursed wealth,
Which will wane in Thee, mine even an iota of faith!

O God! Don't embellish me with that much baned beauty,
Which will turn me too lusty to mind my due duty!
Don't endow me with that much perverted fame,
Which will seduce me to forget Thy Sublime Name!

O God! Don't lead me onto such an illusory Highway,
Where Satan will snatch my Scruple's sway!
Don't bestow upon me that much miry mirth,
Which will make futile my life's blissful birth!

O God! Dost bless me with nothing but Thy Mercy Panacea,
Which will redeem my Soul and slay my Divine inertia!

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ILLUSION


ILLUSION

When illusion looms menacingly over the weak mind,
The infirm latter can see neither future nor past hind.
Alas! It gropes in the thick dark of confusion to stumble,
And falls finally a prey to woefully groan, grumble and rumble.

When the gullible mind is engulfed by illusion,
It hankers after a vague, shadowy hallucination.
Relinquishing the path of truth and reality, Pursues It a perplexed course of fatal futility.

When the wretched mind is dictated by illusion,
Swayed by Its base and baneful inclination,
Heads It towards a destructive destination,
To end up with remorse, repentance and moan.

Thus, O the willful, insane and obdurate human,
Shun It soon to attain sweet, salvaged salvation.
     
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