"Poetry is the wordy, and suckled offspring of a sacred and solemn communion of the mature experiences with the emotions that is conceived in the subtle niche of an observant, thoughtful, imaginative and sensitive human mind."
Wednesday 24 April 2019
MY CONCEPT OF POETRY
"Poetry is the wordy, and suckled offspring of a sacred and solemn communion of the mature experiences with the emotions that is conceived in the subtle niche of an observant, thoughtful, imaginative and sensitive human mind."
Friday 19 April 2019
A SWELTERING EARLY SUMMER NOON
When miserably fail to teach the insane man pre-monitions
Then, immediately and inevitably follow the fit admonitions.
As the insansitive humans ill-treat the Nature as demons
They must face the music, and its adverse repercussions.
Ah! No sooner does the Spring make way for the waiting Summer
Than the Earth witnesses the Sun’s unbearable, fervent glare!
All organisms start frying like fishes on the scorching crust-pan
They emit and eject sweat-drops as the singeing ‘Loo’ does fan!
All, like the forced captives, ru to the sweltering indoors,
As the intense, volcanic and fuming heat furiously roars.
A few minority are partially affected due to their rich antidotes
But, alas! The poor majority sweat profusely with doomed lots!
A scene of wretched precariousness reigns dismally at noon
Without more trees, the only solution, the Earth will perish soon.
©Shankar D Mishra 18.04.2017
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N.B: I am thankful to so many loving [National as well as International] friends for sharing their and their friends’ Whatsapp Nos. with me via messenger. I have only noted them down, and am yet to feed them in my cell for lack of time, but very soon I will do that to send my poems to every lover of poetry around the globe.
My aim is not to advertise myself as an established publisher, but to enlighten and entertain my readers. Had I not received tremendous acceptance and acknowledgement from across the globe for my poems posted on my Timeline as well as many esteemed Groups, I would not have thought of this mission.
THIS IS MY MISSION
“Oh! Could I be the great Gandhiji’s a loyal disciple
Could I follow Nelson Mandela’s praise-worthy principle
Could I practice Mother Teresa’ inimitable, selfless service
Could I turn the globe an abode of love, harmony and peace!”
Thank u, all my poetry lovers for your unconditional love and support.
Friday 12 April 2019
Thursday 11 April 2019
TO THE DANCING DAMSEL OF MY LIFE!
TO THE DANCING DAMSEL OF MY LIFE!
O my life's graceful and solace showering dancing damsel!
I am, indeed, hypnotized by your enticing etiquette-apparel,
I am, really, mesmerized by your matchless, multifaceted versatility,
I am, surely, spellbound by your Heart's Beauty, and mental equanimity!
Oh! The frankincense of your frankness, maturity and candour,
Is the cherry on your captivating charisma, perseverance and grandeur!
The fragrance of your virtuous virginity unfailingly captivates every sight,
Your relishing presence, emits so brilliant a Light that flees fast my Life's darkest Night!
Oh! Each intricate puzzle of life, with your smoothening steps, an easy solution,
Life's each bitter can yields sweetness from your sugarcane compassion!
A chaste smile on your lips, with flawless gestures, turns life's desert into an oasis,
Yes, whenever you dance in my life, It pours an ocean of ecstatic bliss!
Thus, like a humble stem, I bend gratefully before your enrapturing dance,
Copyright: 11.04.19
O my life's graceful and solace showering dancing damsel!
I am, indeed, hypnotized by your enticing etiquette-apparel,
I am, really, mesmerized by your matchless, multifaceted versatility,
I am, surely, spellbound by your Heart's Beauty, and mental equanimity!
Oh! The frankincense of your frankness, maturity and candour,
Is the cherry on your captivating charisma, perseverance and grandeur!
The fragrance of your virtuous virginity unfailingly captivates every sight,
Your relishing presence, emits so brilliant a Light that flees fast my Life's darkest Night!
Oh! Each intricate puzzle of life, with your smoothening steps, an easy solution,
Life's each bitter can yields sweetness from your sugarcane compassion!
A chaste smile on your lips, with flawless gestures, turns life's desert into an oasis,
Yes, whenever you dance in my life, It pours an ocean of ecstatic bliss!
Thus, like a humble stem, I bend gratefully before your enrapturing dance,
Copyright: 11.04.19
SDM'S QUATRAINS ON VOTING FOR RIGHT CANDIDATES! 11.04.19
GOOD MORNING
Please forward this EXTRACT QUOTE. Tq.
Wednesday 10 April 2019
SDM'S QUATRAINS ON VOTING RIGHT CANDIDATES: 10.04.19
GOOD EVENING
Please forward this EXTRACT QUOTE. Tq.
SOME SOLICITATIONS TO MY COUNTRY'S VOTERS BEFORE ELECTIONS!
SOME SOLICITATIONS TO MY COUNTRY'S VOTERS BEFORE ELECTIONS!
Dear Voters, let's not cast our costliest Votes under the temptations of the ill gotten Notes,
Let's not be driven, by any inexcusable madness, as the gullible apes and goats,
Let's not be gagged like the dumb beasts under the evil effects of cheap intoxications,
Let's not make any unforgivable blunder while switching on the EVM's vital Buttons!
Dear Voters, let's not tender our invaluable Votes under the sway of willful Opacity,
Let's not ruefully decide, being misled by the vicious Chameleons, to coronate Impropriety!
Let's not regrettably allow ourselves to be abused by the undeserving Possessors,
Let's not mistake repeatedly the Illegitimate British-Successors to be our unworthy Rulers!
Let's not entrust the Duty of our Holy Houses with the unholy Hooligans' Hands,
Let's not lay the Responsibilities, on the treacherous Shoulders, our sacred Motherland's!
Let's not allow the ineligible Leaders to divide us to rule by varied sensitive Arms,
Let's elect the right Ones, to prove 'Parliament, or Assemblies are not anyone's parental Farms!"
O God! May my solicitations not go, by the Voters, unnoticed, or to them unheard,
Lest my Mother's Dreams should remain unfulfilled, and Her Kids' Diseases, uncured!
Copyright: Shankar D Mishra 10.04.19
Dear Voters, let's not cast our costliest Votes under the temptations of the ill gotten Notes,
Let's not be driven, by any inexcusable madness, as the gullible apes and goats,
Let's not be gagged like the dumb beasts under the evil effects of cheap intoxications,
Let's not make any unforgivable blunder while switching on the EVM's vital Buttons!
Dear Voters, let's not tender our invaluable Votes under the sway of willful Opacity,
Let's not ruefully decide, being misled by the vicious Chameleons, to coronate Impropriety!
Let's not regrettably allow ourselves to be abused by the undeserving Possessors,
Let's not mistake repeatedly the Illegitimate British-Successors to be our unworthy Rulers!
Let's not entrust the Duty of our Holy Houses with the unholy Hooligans' Hands,
Let's not lay the Responsibilities, on the treacherous Shoulders, our sacred Motherland's!
Let's not allow the ineligible Leaders to divide us to rule by varied sensitive Arms,
Let's elect the right Ones, to prove 'Parliament, or Assemblies are not anyone's parental Farms!"
O God! May my solicitations not go, by the Voters, unnoticed, or to them unheard,
Lest my Mother's Dreams should remain unfulfilled, and Her Kids' Diseases, uncured!
Copyright: Shankar D Mishra 10.04.19
Monday 8 April 2019
ALAS! LIPUN'S SWEET SOJOURN OF A WEEK WAS OVER!
Alas! A week's sweet sojourn of Lipun in the village came to a sad end,
Ah! Along with that a World of Happiness of the little one did sorrowfully bend;
For, the Headmistress of his city School did yesterday a WhatsApp message send,
"Dear Lipun, you are promoted to Std. III, your class starts soon, so you must attend!
Ah! He was still lost in his pristine rustic funs, and his unalloyed joys,
While reclining on to his Mother's magnanimous Lap in a Cuttack bound bus!
But, to Mother's chagrin, all Her tempting and irresistible eatables' offers,
Could hardly match his hard to forget village games, friendship, and mirthful Toys!
Ah! The echoes of his mates' calls seemed turning his glad cheeks sad and silent,
The aroma of the clouds of village dust, mixed with the play pal's Love left in his psyche a deep dent,
Restlessness of a caged and cursed bird grew gnawingly in him each aching moment,
Alas! The faded petals of his soft, and rosy features appeared almost withered and spent!
But, soon, he shall be tamed to be accustomed to the changed airs of the civilized jungle,
And, I am sure, he shall too be trained to adapt soon better to the new and queer norms as a docile dongle!
N.B. I met Lipun, a boy of about 6 to 7 years old, who had just been promoted to Std. III, in a bus while traveling back to Bhubaneswar from my college on Saturday last, on 5th April, 19. He looked sad sitting next to my seat with his Mother. On my query about the reason behind his sad face, his Mother told me the above details, and thus I was inspired to compose the poem instantly inside the same bus.
Copyright: Shankar D Mishra 08.04.19
Sunday 7 April 2019
Saturday 6 April 2019
TO THE EVER FULL MOON OF MY LIFE!
O the ever Full Moon of my life! It's as true and certain as the Truth Itself,
That people wait eagerly for You a fortnight to have a vivacious view of Your Pelf,
But, I relish Your sweet, shining Smiles each memorable moment to my heart's content,
For, You are ever Full in me, though for the the world, You are either sadly absent, or crescent!
O the ever Full Moon of my life! When You place me on Your cosy and lustrous lap,
When You revel in my reclining on Your bounteous Bosom to relish Its nectaric Sap,
When You pour generously on me opening Your Love-Honey Hive's Cap,
The rapturous Heaven rain floral showers to cheer us copiously and clap!
O the ever Moon of my life! I am gladly drenched by Your soothing, silvery Rays,
On the throne of Your Love, my blissful heart rests, and ecstatically says:
"Yes, I am the luckiest among the earthlings, for my life's Moon with me stays,
Ands gratefully ensures me to enjoy forever with Her my celestial heydays!
Copyright: Shankar D Mishra 06.04.19
Thursday 4 April 2019
LET'S NOT FORGET THESE THREE IMPORTANT THINGS!
LET'S NOT FORGET THESE THREE IMPORTANT THINGS!
O my dear! What is the biggest and most memorable Win in the world?
It is neither inflicting the most humiliating defeat on your enemies with the sword,
Nor is it possessing the most coveted mines of platinum, diamond and gold;
It is, rather, winning all hearts, what is too expensive for the most ever to afford!
O my dear! What is the most delicious Loss in your life on Earth?
You may feel this is one of the ever asked questions that seem most ridiculous!
You may too ask yourself, "How can anyone relish one's uncalled for 'Loss'?
But, isn't losing your Sweet-Bitter, baneful Evils, a matter of immeasurable Mirth?
O my dear, What is your happiest and most relishing Moment in the Universe?
It is neither topping the list of NASA Scientists, nor being richer than Bill Gates' Purse,
Nor landing at the centre of the Sun, nor reaching the deepest Trenches of the Pacific Ocean,
For, it lies in the toughest task of sharing your Heavenly Joys to make the days of Men!
Thus, let's not forget ever in life the above three most important things,
To be blessed by God to be more popular than worldly Monarchs or Kings!
N.B. This poem is inspired by a Good Morning Msg, sent by an elderly well-wisher.
Copyright: Shankar D Mishra 04.04.19
O my dear! What is the biggest and most memorable Win in the world?
It is neither inflicting the most humiliating defeat on your enemies with the sword,
Nor is it possessing the most coveted mines of platinum, diamond and gold;
It is, rather, winning all hearts, what is too expensive for the most ever to afford!
O my dear! What is the most delicious Loss in your life on Earth?
You may feel this is one of the ever asked questions that seem most ridiculous!
You may too ask yourself, "How can anyone relish one's uncalled for 'Loss'?
But, isn't losing your Sweet-Bitter, baneful Evils, a matter of immeasurable Mirth?
O my dear, What is your happiest and most relishing Moment in the Universe?
It is neither topping the list of NASA Scientists, nor being richer than Bill Gates' Purse,
Nor landing at the centre of the Sun, nor reaching the deepest Trenches of the Pacific Ocean,
For, it lies in the toughest task of sharing your Heavenly Joys to make the days of Men!
Thus, let's not forget ever in life the above three most important things,
To be blessed by God to be more popular than worldly Monarchs or Kings!
N.B. This poem is inspired by a Good Morning Msg, sent by an elderly well-wisher.
Copyright: Shankar D Mishra 04.04.19
Wednesday 3 April 2019
Tuesday 2 April 2019
AN EXAMPLE OF TWO EXEMPLARY DISCIPLES! 02.04.19
AN EXAMPLE OF TWO EXEMPLARY DISCIPLES!
Once, a Guru, in His Ashrm, was in urgent need of some Tulsi Leaves,
So that He could offer Prasad to Lord Krishna with all Vedic rituals. So an order He promptly gives,
To one of His most obedient disciples, who owe to Him their life; for, He had been teaching them both all the Morals to win the earthly Strife!
But, what the honest reply of His most devoted disciple was, can you surmise?
"Forgive me, O my most revered Guruji, alas, could I correctly recognize,
I would be the first to carry out your orders as Hanuman brought Gandhamardan,
From the claws of death, to snatch life of Lord Ram's Brother, Laxman!
Then, before the dearest Guruji could turn to His other loyalest disciple,
He too proved his utter ignorance to identity the same, with the evidence ample:
"Shame on you, O my friend! When will you learn to identify Tulsi Leaves then?
O fool! Make a haste to fetch them now, for, they are as big as those of a plantain!"
Thus, both the disciples won Guru's heart with their exemplary truth and devotion,
And became the sweetest Examples for all to follow their steps to fetch sure Salvation!
Copyright: Shankar D Mishra 02.04.19
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