O My Love! Without You

O MY LOVE! WITHOUT YOU……..

O my Love! Without you…..
The dryness of life’s desert soon sorely multiplies
The remoteness of life crosses the edges of the skikes,
The fresh water of life turns salty like that of an ocean
Oh! In the bliss of life-stream, falls ever a sad, acid rain!

O my Love! Without you…..
The sweetness of the sugarcane of life is really stolen
The firmness of the knots of life’s intereset does slacken,
The flame of curiosity of life does enfeeble and weaken
Oh! All the golden dreams of life, alas, turn painfully leaden!

O my Love! Without you…..
Life stgnates as if it were robbed of its vital pulsation
Life replicates a failure, full of disgusting indignation,
Every reality of life assumes so shadowy and spurious
Oh! Seems everything lustreless that looked once glorious!

O my Love! Without you…..
The mellowed life turns dull, drab and hollow
The fathomless sea of life turns indeed shallow!
But, sanguine I am, one day, will be gravid my sterile stem
When you become mine, the breath of my life, my enviable Gem!

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©Shankar D Mishra 27.10.2017
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ODIA KABITA, "RAHICHHI MU, TO PATHA ANAI"

ODIA KABITA "RAHICHHI MU, TO PATHA ANANI"

Copyright: Shankar D Mishra 18.10.18

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ODIA KABITA "TUMA PEMA"

ODIA KABITA "TUMA PREMA"

Copyright: Shankar D Mishra 17.10.18

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ODIA KABITA "TUME"

ODIA KABITA "TUME"

Copyright: Shankar D Mishra 13.10.18

WHAT HAPPENS WHEN A DEMOCRACY CRUMBLES?

WHAT HAPPENS WHEN A DEMOCRACY CRUMBLES?

When does a Democracy collapse and crumble?
When the thoughts of the Legislative prove averse to the Preamble,
When the powerful Pegs of the Judiciary stagger and tumble,
When the deeds of the Executive end in a fiasco, and stumble!

Then, where does a Democracy head for?
You can see a Demon-cracy grow and soar,
You can hear an Anarchy, before preying,  prowl, growl and roar,
You can witness the Rich becoming richer, and the Poor still poorer!

Then, what is the Future of a State under such circumstances?
The subjects bear the burdens of intolerable encumbrances,
Public Peace is petrified, and harmony harassed by heinous hindrances,
An Upheaval lifts Its Head, and a mass prayer for a Divine intervention enhances!

Then, who are punished and who are rewarded in the end?
The innocent are adored and adorned; the devils are caned and baned,
The unsung Heroes are enthroned; the culprits are denounced and dethroned!
Truth prevails till Eternity; and Injustice is banished forever, and groaned!

Copyright: Shankar D Mishra  12.10.18

A SONNET ON LOVE

A SONNET ON LOVE

Love is not love that bends
Love is not love that rends
Love is not love that stinks
Love is not love that shrinks.

Love is a saccharine soft flower
It does Its sweet aroma shower.
It knows never to cower
No mundane wealth can hire.

Love retains tremendous power
Unburnt even by devastating fire
Untainted even by muggy mire
A heavenly gift on Earth rare!

Love can melt stones, join hearts
Conquer peaks and play many miraculous parts.

@Shankar D Mishra 05.01.2017

O PEACE! HAD I BEEN BLESSED WITH THY COMPANY OF BLISS!

O PEACE! HAD I BEEN BLESSED WITH THY COMPANY OF BLISS!

Oh! Peace is a priceless Pearl lying at the bottom of an ocean,
Alas! I am too far off to pluck It, being a distant and desolate desert's denizen!
Oh! Peace is a Pole-star, shining in the northern Heaven,
Alas! I am too far off to touch It, being a dweller of a deep earthly cavern!

Oh! Peace is a sweet Fruit hung in the tallest tree of the Paradise,
Alas! I am too far off in the deepest mundane hell to catch that Prize!
Oh! Peace is the nutritious Milk of the most generous Kamadhenu divine,
Alas! I am too far off to suck Her udders, sleeping in the sty like a sacrilegious swine!

Oh! Peace for me is a silvery, luminous and soothing Full Moon,
Alas! I am too far off a delinquent dwarf to obtain this celestial Boon!
Oh! Peace, for me, is a radiant and redeeming Sun of the noon,
Alas! Even to come close to It I am too cursed a light and infirm balloon!

O Peace! Had I not been sinfully and unforgivably  amiss,
I would have been blessed with Thy Panacean Company of Bliss!

Copyright: Shankar D Mishra 08.10.18

A FEW WORDS TO MY SWEET HEART.......

A FEW WORDS TO MY SWEET HEART........

My dear, if you are guiltless and honest,
You need not ever do anything in a haste,
To prove your unalloyed innocence before God,
For, to Him, nothing is ever invisible or unheard!

My dear, if you are pure, pious and chaste,
You need never give any Trial, Ordeal or Test,
To please God with your unquestionable authenticity,
For, He has the largest and unique Lab to check your chastity!

My dear, if you love Truth, and blossom your Inner Beauty,
You need not bribe anyone to be granted for a mundane Bail;
You need not either blame anyone for being in a worldly jail,
For, God books for you a berth in Heaven as a reward for your duty!

Thus, my sweet heart, you need not do ever anything,
That displeases even a little, the Omniscient Supreme Soul;
For, if He is ever dissatisfied, lost forever is your ultimate Goal,
You may be on earth a mere petty slave or a powerful King!

Copyright: Shankar D Mishra 05.10.2018

HOW MANY!

HOW MANY!

How many Starved Souls could have been fed and satisfied,
How many Parched Tongues could have been wet and satiated,
How many Bare Bodies could have been clothed and covered,
How many Dry Lands could have been watered and cultivated,
How many Saplings of Smiles could have been planted,
How many Domes of Peace could have been sculpted,
How many Fruits of Happiness could have been harvested,
Had all the Global Money, burnt on the Arms, been, on other Nobler Aims, invested!

How many Lifeless Deserts could have been transformed into Evergreen Oases,
How many Brambles could have been turned into Plants bearing Roses,
How many Clay-Wattle Hurts could have been built as Imperial Mansions,
How many Ailments could have been prevented from unwanted intrusions,
How many could have relished, on Earth,  all the comforts of the Heavens,
Had all the countries not wasted their public Taxes on their Budgets Defense!

N.B. This poem is inspired by James Kirkup's  famous poem "No Men Are Foreign."

Copyright: Shankar D Mishra 03.10.2018