THE HEART'S ECHO OF MAMITA MEHER
What wilt thou, o the vulgar dealers, demand and respond then,
When the shadows of deathly Silence, o the insensitive and Insane,
Dost crawl slyly on thy obscene and obnoxious Organs,
That sovereigned fearlessly the frenzied, carnl World once?
Alas! Lounging idly and shamefully in a desert of Seclusion,
Thou wilt then tear thy shabby hair, and rend thy bleeding heart;
Wilt trickle torrents of tears of remorse and self-denunciation,
Trying, ah, in vain, to defecate thy youthful and regrettable dirt!
For, thou wilt then ruminate on and ponder over thy spent heydays,
When thou didst dedicate naught, but a burden, to thy Mother land,
That Crowned thee; instead, thou sprayed the harmful Ultraviolet Rays,
Of Lust, Vulgarity, Passion, perversity, adultery, deterioration, and.....!
Then thy punishable pretext of Fashion will evanish, in Life's Race
With the touch of an inescapable surly, sullen and severe blast,
Thou wilt, with curled tails, flee to hide thy leaning and loathsome Face,
For the unforgivable Sins of thy forgettable and regrettable Past!
Copyright: Dr. Shankar D Mishra. 10.11.2021br />
What wilt thou, o the vulgar dealers, demand and respond then,
When the shadows of deathly Silence, o the insensitive and Insane,
Dost crawl slyly on thy obscene and obnoxious Organs,
That sovereigned fearlessly the frenzied, carnl World once?
Alas! Lounging idly and shamefully in a desert of Seclusion,
Thou wilt then tear thy shabby hair, and rend thy bleeding heart;
Wilt trickle torrents of tears of remorse and self-denunciation,
Trying, ah, in vain, to defecate thy youthful and regrettable dirt!
For, thou wilt then ruminate on and ponder over thy spent heydays,
When thou didst dedicate naught, but a burden, to thy Mother land,
That Crowned thee; instead, thou sprayed the harmful Ultraviolet Rays,
Of Lust, Vulgarity, Passion, perversity, adultery, deterioration, and.....!
Then thy punishable pretext of Fashion will evanish, in Life's Race
With the touch of an inescapable surly, sullen and severe blast,
Thou wilt, with curled tails, flee to hide thy leaning and loathsome Face,
For the unforgivable Sins of thy forgettable and regrettable Past!
Copyright: Dr. Shankar D Mishra. 10.11.2021br />
Great job . Best wishes Sir..
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DeleteGood writing about mamita Behera. Congratulations
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DeleteNice writing to bring an awareness in the society about the evils appearing here and there at all times. Good writing, Shankar ji. God bless you to write more poems like this for eradicaion it from our society. Thank you.👌👏💐😍🙏
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DeleteThere's no justification for the gruesome act, and the author doesn't mince words about the perpetrators' fate. Well denounced.
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