1.
MAN IS BORN TO MAKE, NOT MAR,
OTHERS’ DAYS!
2.
LET’S UNFURL OUR NATIONAL FLAG!
3.
ON INDIA’S REPUBLIC DAY CELEBRATION
4.
A BIRTHDAY GIFT TO SUBHAS CHANDRA
BOSE
5.
O GOD! LET ALL MY EARNEST WISHES BE
GRANTED.
6.
TO THE MARTYRS
7.
LIFE IS WHAT ONE’S CHOICE IS!
8.
SMALL IS BIG
9.
LET’S PAY OUR OBEISANCE TO HIM!
10.
YES, BIRTH AND DEATH ARE INEVITABLE!
11.
TO THE LITTLE, TENDER AND INNOCENT
KIDS!
12.
THE ULTIMATE GOAL
13.
O GOD! LET ME SIP MY CUP OF SORROWS
ALONE!
14.
YES, I AM A BORN SLAVE TO
CIRCUMSTANCES.
15.
THE ESSENCE OF PATIENCE
16.
HAVE FAITH IN GOD, WHO SEES US ALL!
17.
STRAIGHT FROM THE HEART OF YOUR
VALENTINE!
18.
WE ALL ARE THE DENIZENS OF ONE
DIVINE NATION.
19.
FIRST, LET ME BE WHAT I WANT OTHERS
TO BE FOR ME!
20.
LET NO MUNDANE NEEDS SLAUGHTER MY
INNER VOICE!
21.
ONCE A SWEET HEART IS WON OVER……..!
22.
YOU ARE ONE OF THE COSTLIEST CASKETS
OF ALL THE FEMININE VIRTUES!
23.
BOU, ONCE AGAIN YOU……..
24.
YES, THOU ART MY PORTIA
25.
O GOD! GIVE ME STRENGTH
26.
GOD’S LETTER TO MAN
27.
O GOD! LET ME NEVER BE AN UNINVITED
GUEST.
28.
O LORD JAGANNATH!
29.
TO MY DESDEMONA
30.
WHO IS A TRUE FRIEND?
31.
O ATALJI! INDIA WILL MISS YOU A LOT!
32.
A PRAYER TO LORD GANESH
33.
FRIENDS, LET'S DISCARD OUR PRIDE.
34.
LET'S UNSHACKLE A CHILD.
35.
HOW A LITTLE GIRL TAUGHT HER MOTHER
A LESSON!
36.
LET'S LISTEN TO WHAT "THE
TRIRANGA" SINGS!
37.
A SONNET THAT ALL VALENTINES WOULD
LOVE TO HUM!
38.
AN EARNEST CALL OF MOTHER INDIA TO
All HER CHILDREN!
39.
LISTEN TO ME, O MY CHILDREN!
40.
WHAT THE HEARTS OF OUR MARTYRS ECHO?
41.
AH! AN UNFORGETTABLE FANI REMINDER!
42.
YES, FANI WAS PARADOXICALLY THE BEST
EVER TEACHER.
43.
A TRIBUTE TO YUVRAJ SINGH
44.
HUSH AND LISTEN! CORONA DELIVERS A
SPEECH NOW.
45.
MOTHER’S HEART
46.
AN ODE TO MY LIFE'S MONALISA
47.
REALLY, MARIGOLDS ARE NO MATCH FOR
MY LOVE!
48.
O MY LOVE! THIS IS WHAT THOU ART TO
ME.
49.
O GOD! NO ONE CAN EVER.........
50.
O MY LOVE! WHY DO YOU MISS ME?
51.
O GOD! HOW CAN WE WHINE AT YOU?
52.
OH! WHAT A SMILE!
53.
A TRIBUTE TO MANOJ DAS
54.
THE SONG OF A LABOURER
55.
AN ODE TO MLPG!
56.
O MLPG! YOU ARE MY BEST EVER GIFT.
57.
O MY LOVE! YOU ARE ONE OF THE FINEST
FABRICS OF THE NATURELOOM.
58.
DUSSEHRA – A SYMBOL OF POETIC
JUSTICE
59.
O MY LOVE! I AM IN PIOUS LOVE WITH
YOUR SUBLIME SOUL.
60.
LET A REAL COMPANION NEVER BE
FORSAKEN!
61.
TO THE EVER FULL MOON OF MY LIFE!
62.
TRUE LOVE IS A PERENNIAL STREAM……
63.
O GOD! MAY MY PRAYER BE KINDLY
HEEDED TO.....
64.
O MY LOVE! LET ME.....
65.
WHAT IS WHAT FOR YOU MAY NOT BE THAT
FOR OTHER
66.
YES, I AM A MODERN MACAVITY.
67.
RESEMBLANCE BETWEEN A WOMAN AND A
ROSE
68.
O MY MONALISA!
69.
O CAPTAIN! NO CAPTAIN!
70.
A BIRTHDAY WISH FOR MY LOVE
71.
FRIENDSHIP
72.
TILLERS
73.
MY CHRISTMAS WISH, O GOD!
74.
THE CONCEPT OF A NEW YEAR
75.
AN EXAMPLE ON SUPERSTITION
76.
YES, BEAUTY BLUSHES AT THY BEAUTIFUL
GLANCE!
77.
TO THE CUCKOO - THE ETERNAL FLUTE OF
NATURE!
78.
LET'S ALL LEARN FROM THE KOREAN
UNION!
79.
LET'S TAKE AN OATH ON THE HOLY
BUDDHA PURNIMA DAY!
80.
A PITIABLE AND HEART-RENDING SONG OF
ASIFA BANO!
81.
MAN MUST PROVE: "HE IS NOT A
MERE FRUIT OF FUTILITY!"
82.
FOR THE THEISTS, "I AM IN
EVERYTHING, AND NOW HERE!"
83.
THAT’S WHY THOU ART CALLED GURU.
84.
WHEN AND WHY DOES A CROWN TUMBLE
DOWN?
85.
AN IMARAT OF FALSEHOOD
86.
SHOULD THIS TREND CHANGE......
87.
O MY LOVE! LET'S SOAR FASTER.
88.
AN AHMED'S ARDENT APPEAL TO MUHAMMAD
(1)
89.
TO AN ETHEREAL ANGEL UPON THE
EMERALD WAVES.....
90.
BETRAYAL
91.
HOW REAL THE MODERN MAN'S LOVE FOR
THE ENVIRONMENT IS?
92.
I HAVE STILL BEEN WAITING FOR THAT
DIWALI NIGHT.
93.
WHEN YOU GROW OLD!
94.
THE MANSION OF MONEY
95.
THE HEART'S ECHO OF MAMITA MEHER
96.
RAIN CLOUDS IN MY LIFE
97.
TO MY DEAREST CHILDREN
98.
FALSEHOOD PRACTISED FOR FUN PROVES
FATAL IN THE LONG RUN!
99.
THE MYSTERY OF A BLIND MAN'S LAMP!
100.
OH! THIS IS WHY THE WORLD CALLS
GANDHIJI, 'MAHATMA'.
101.
THAT’S WHY SHE IS CALLED MOTHER!
102. HARK! THIS IS WHAT KASHMIR SPEAKS OF NOW!
103.AN
ECHO OF EVERY INDIAN HEART!
104.LISTEN
TO ME, O MY CHILDREN!
105.
WHEN WILL THE SOULS OF OUR MARTYRS REST IN PEACE?
106.
LET'S CELEBRATE DIWALI MORE SENSIBLY!
107.
MAN MUST PROVE: "HE IS NOT A MERE FRUIT OF FUTILITY!"
MAN IS BORN TO MAKE, NOT MAR,
OTHERS’ DAYS!
In the sordid and suffocating
Sojourn of my life’s battered bivouac,
I have ever been at the mercy of
misfortune like a Japanese Quake,
Under the constant threat of an
unexpectedly calamitous quiver;
Who knows when the disastrous jolt
will again compel me to shiver?
Yes, I have been compelled to smile
with a million fake Façades,
Though I have been shaken and
slashed mercilessly for four odd decades!
I have been using the Balms of
Divine Grace on my bleeding hurts hidden,
That have been torturing and
tormenting under my thick, tolerant Rhino’s skin!
But, opening up the ever raw, fresh
wounds for public Pity won’t serve to heal them,
That will only attract an unwelcome,
unwholesome and universal Shame,
That will too contribute to making
me an easily reachable and conquerable Game,
Adding again more lubricants of
wretchedness, to my ever seething adversity Flame!
Still, let me never think in life to
shake anyone’s happiness like a Japanese quake,
For, man is born to make, not to
mar, others’ days, for his own perishable gain’s sake!
Glossary:
Sojourn - a short stay/halt
Bivouac - an open temporary shelter
for soldiers
Façades - faces/appearances
Slashed - slices
Seething - boiling
Make others’ days – make others
happy
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LET’S UNFURL OUR NATIONAL FLAG!
Let’s unfurl our National Flag with
a sense of buoyancy and pride,
Let’s enrich and embellish our
Mother like a newly- married Bride,
Let our Mother’s honour and dignity
take a giant and inimitable stride,
Let the swift pace of our Mother’s
progress smoothly and steadily glide!
Let’s all forget the rankling and
immaterial differences that ever divide us,
Let’s, beneath wise covers, bury our
bitter past that does ever pinch and pierce!
Let’s bid a goodbye to the factors
detrimental to our National integrity and glory,
Let’s all unite for the safety,
sovereignty and longevity of our Mother’s territory!
Let’s remember the selfless and
priceless sacrifices of our immortal Martyrs,
Let’s dog their praiseworthy steps
so that our Mother leaps ahead and betters!
Let’s honour the Martyrs most by
keeping their torch of Freedom forever burning,
Let’s salute them by abiding by
their gifted largest Democracy's sound functioning!
Let’s observe our National Festivals
in this feisty, enthusiastic and enviable way,
That Mother smiles to see Her kids
sway themselves keeping ever the invaders at bay!
Glossary:
Unfurl - open out/hoist
Buoyancy – enthusiasm/ cheerfulness
Embellish – beautify
Rankling – irritating/annoying
Detrimental - harmful
Feisty - lively
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ON INDIA’S REPUBLIC DAY CELEBRATION
Ah! All Indians are raft,
feather-light and gay
To celebrate the much sought after
Republic Day,
To commemorate the Enforcement of
the Constitution
That has been a proven and momentous
Milestone.
In 1930, Purna Swaraj, was
proclaimed on this very day
In opposition to the Dominion status
offer of the British
For two long, painstaking decades we
had to wait and stay
Until our most covetred “Guide”, we
could accomplish.
A unique value the Republic Day
Parades do bear
That herald a firm uninty in a stark
diversity, and share
Spectacular Defence feats, a rare
Rich Cultural heritage;
The Ceremony is, to our freedom
fighters, a humble homage.
The President of the country
receives the royal Salute
From the para-military and civil
Forces, rocky and resolute;
Our Defence prowess and rocky
solidarity the pageant does send;
The Beating Retreat Ceremony beguls
its ceremonious end.
The Tri- Colour flag is unfurled at
all nooks and corners
To the beat of the National Anthem,
by the fit successors.
All feel proud as the peacocks
relishing the largest Democracy,
For India’s well-being all pary for
the Mercurial Divine Mercy.
JAI HIND
N.B. My last year's poem on the
Republic Day.
©Shankar D Mishra 26.01.2018
A BIRTHDAY GIFT TO SUBHAS CHANDRA
BOSE
Yes, you were an extraordinary
persona of a rare breed;
For whom Patriotism was above any
Caste, colour, Religion or Creed,
Who did, meticulously and
mercurially, his Ajad Hind Fauj lead,
Who was a charismatic Captain whom
Mother India will ever surely need!
Yes, yours was a blessed brain
adorned with Maa Saraswati’s Grace,
Who, being an IAS, disdainfully
turned down a job in British Bureaucracy,
For, who, from the service of the
Mother Land derived more nectaric Solace,
For whom, spilling one’s blood for
Mother’s Freedom was a supreme ecstasy!
Yes, yours had a desire, as Lord
Buddha said, that was never a cause for sorrow,
For, your desire was never infested
with any petty and ignoble personal gain,
It was not infected by any
despicable, disgraceful and mundane vested interest-stain,
For, you desired to die blissfully
today that She could live peacefully tomorrow!
On your auspicious birthday, the
Nation bows before you with an indebted heart,
The whole of India feels proud of
you, and your ever inimitable and indomitable part!
May all the countries in the world
be favoured with a never setting Son like you,
Who, like the brightest noon Sun,
will ever remain radiant, alive and spanking new!
N.B: This poem is the 121st birth
anniversary of NetajiBose, one of the greatest Freedom Fighters of India. I
could not post it on that day due to being blocked by FB. Tq
Glossary:
Persona – personality
Breed – type/ kind
Charismatically – adorably/elegantly
Mercurially – quick-wittedly/lively
Adorned - ornamented
Disdainfully – disrespectfully
Turned down – not accepted
Nectaric – like nectar
Solace - comfort
Ecstasy – extreme joy
Infested with - infected with
Despicable - contemptible
Disgraceful - dishonorable
Mundane – ordinary/worldly
Vested interest – a strong personal
interest in something because you could get an advantage from it
Indebted - thankful
Inimitable - one and only
Indomitable – unconquerable
Radiant – bright
Spanking new - brand new
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O GOD! LET ALL MY EARNEST WISHES BE
GRANTED.
Let me never see anyone in painful
and insufferable tears,
Let my words of compassion spring,
in everyone, springs of cheers!
Let my generous actions bear, for
all, the fruits of contentment pears,
Let my honest endeavours ever rain
peace, removing all uneasy fears!
Let no one ever awkwardly feel being
at my miserly and meagre Mercy,
Let my life be a unique emblem of
loyalty, patriotism and transparency!
Let me not be a hollow preacher, but
a paragon of modesty and courtesy,
Let me ever aim at everyone’s
abundant health, wealth and eternal ecstasy!
Let me never overawe anyone or ever,
as a savage, callous beast, frighten,
Let me everyone’s distress lighten,
and every inquisitive mind enlighten!
Let me do the least that I can so
that a universal bliss may exist and reign,
Let my presence turn the common
Earth forever into an uncommon Heaven!
Thus, let none be a hapless prey to
hunger, disease, injustice and poverty,
Let all my earnest Wishes be kindly
granted, O the ever Merciful Almighty!
Glossary:
Earnest – sincere/ solemn
Insufferable - unbearable
Compassion - kindness
Spring - come out of
Endeavours – efforts
Awkwardly - uncomfortably
Miserly - ungenerous
Meagre – insufficient/inadequate
Emblem – symbol
Paragon – model/ shining example
Abundant - plentiful
Ecstasy – happiness
Overawe - scare
Savage - wild
Callous – heartless/ unfeeling
Lighten - lessen
Inquisitive - inquiring
Enlighten - make clear to/inform
Hapless prey - ill fated victim
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TO THE MARTYRS
Indeed, you live for the utmost
happiness of the common masses,
You fight for the people’s safety
till you are mingled with the ashes!
You wear the dearest and most
unaffordable attires of Supreme Sacrifice,
You devotedly feed on the invaluable
Virtue; and excrete the vilest Vice!
Indeed, you take the whole Nation as
your own loving and adoring family,
You face the dreadful, destructive
and advancing enemies unhesitatingly!
You confront the formidable
opponents’ fatal bullets bravely and smilingly,
Yes, you alone beat the
unconquerable Death till eternity very courageously!
Indeed, the holiness of the holiest
Ganga flows forever in your pious Veins,
Ah! To your rare, peerless and
enthroned hearts willingly Heaven descends!
Your selfless loyalty and dedication
ever invoke torrential, patriotic rains,
You alone transcend, in the long
run, the insurmountable ‘Mortality Fence’!
Never can any mundane laurels equal
your feats; to you, no tribute matters,
That is why, you are so fondly and
thankfully called the ever living Martyrs!
N.B: From Wikipedia, the free
encyclopediaIn India, there are several days declared as Martyrs' Day (at
national level also known as Sarvodaya day). They are named in honour of those
who are recognised as martyrs for the nation.
30 January : 30 January is the date
observed at the national level. The date was chosen as it marks the
assassination of Mohandas Karamchand Gandhi in 1948, by Nathuram Godse.[1] On
Martyr’s Day the president, the vice president, the prime minister, the defence
minister, and the three Service Chiefs gather at the samadhi at Raj Ghat
memorial and lay wreaths decorated with multi-colour flowers. The armed forces
personnel blow bugles sounding the Last Post. The inter-services contingent reverse
arms as a mark of respect. A two-minute silence in memory of Indian martyrs is
observed throughout the country at 11 AM. Participants hold all-religion
prayers and sing tributes.[2]
23 March: The anniversary of the
deaths of Bhagat Singh, Sukhdev Thapar and Shivaram Rajguru on 23 March, 1931,
is declared to be Martyr's Day.[3]
21 October: India observes 21
October, the Police Commemoration Day,[4]
17 November: Orissa observes 17
November, the death anniversary of Lala Lajpat Rai (1865–1928), the "Lion
of Punjab", a leader in the Indian fight for freedom from the British
Raj.[5]
19 November: The birthday of Rani
Lakshmibai, 19 November,1828, queen of the Maratha-ruled princely state of
Jhansi, is observed as Martyrs' Day in the region, and honours those who gave
their lives in the rebellion of 1857, of which she was a leading figure.[6]
Glossary:
Martyrs – persons who are put to
death, or who endure great sufferings on behalf of any belief, principle, or
cause
Mingled with - mixed with
Dearest – most expensive
Attires – dresses
Excrete - emits
Adoring – loving
Unhesitatingly – readily/willingly
Formidable – frightening
Peerless - matchless
Torrential – pouring heavily
Transcend - rise above
In the long run – finally/at last
Insurmountable - undefeatable
Mundane laurels – worldly rewards
Feats – achievements
Tribute – a mark of respect
Fondly – lovingly
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LIFE IS WHAT ONE’S CHOICE IS!
How meticulously and carefully, from
water, does pick,
The ever alert, sensible and sane,
Swan only the useful milk,
Leaving, at the bottom, untouched,
the redundant former,
Relishing, to the hilt, to be hale
and hearty, and prosper!
How unbelievably and rationally,
only the iron particles, chooses,
From among the varied matters,
mixed, adulterated and trifling,
The most infallible Magnet with its
wit serves, teaches and amuses,
And does arrest all hearts, and rule
unrivalled as the Metal King!
Let me thus be a learned Swan to see
through the Right and the Wrong,
Let me, like a sweet Swan croon
life’s glittering and glorifying song!
Let me, like a meaningful Magnet,
cling to the vital Virtue Metal,
Let me leave the worthless and
trivial clinkers to make life Celestial!
Let me, thus, realize and remember
that “Lo! Life is what one’s Choice is!”
“A pertinent Choice enriches life;
an impertinent one does ruin and pulverize!”
Glossary:
Meticulously – carefully
Sensible and sane - reasonable and
wise
Redundant - unnecessary
Former – earlier (here, water)
Relishing - taking pleasure in
To the hilt - fully
Hale and hearty - healthy
Rationally - logically
Adulterated – mixed/ impure
Trifling – insignificant
Infallible – perfect
Unrivalled - unchallenged
Croon - sing
Glittering – sparkling
Trivial - unimportant
Clinkers – waste materials or
refuses from mines
Celestial – heavenly
Pertinent - significant
Impertinent – insignificant
Pulverize – grind/ crush
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SMALL IS BIG
Small drops of gentle rain
Contribute to make a vast ocean;
Small bogies joined together
Make a long, serpentine train.
Small collected chips of stone
Contribute to build a big concrete
road;
Small repeated negligence
Invites to a big troublesome load.
Small morsels of sweet grains
Fill big masses of stomachs;
Small prudent savings of money
Lead to a big treasury of stocks.
Small consistent industrious steps
Steer one on the big path of
success;
Small innocent children of today
Lead the Fortunes’ Future Race.
A small act of generosity
Saves the life of a big personality;
A small quantum of heavenly pity
Becomes an invaluable gem of rarity.
A small steady and consistent
preparation
Rids one of anxiety and
apprehension;
A small unnoticed spark of ignition
Enlivens the big engines to run.
A small incomplete assignment of
today
Poses a Himalay of headache for
tomorrow;
A small patient practice of
meditation
Reduces tension, removes much
sorrow.
A small and easy task of serene
prayer
Cleans big dirts and lifts one to an
upper layer;
A small persistent and resolute
exercise
Makes one sound, sensible and wise.
©Shankar D Mishra 31.01.2017
LET’S PAY OUR OBEISANCE TO HIM!
I love this world,
My country – India,
My State – Odisha,
My District – (Jagannath) Puri,
My Panchayat – Chalishbatia,
My Village – Tadas Ramahans
Pur,
My Teachers,
My Well-wishers,
And My Parents,
For, they have altogether given me
birth,
Given me strength to walk, play and
perform,
Given me a peaceful niche to
live,
Given me chances to learn fathom and
earn,
Given me love and affection to grow,
Given me what I require as a man,
Without whose contributions I
would’ve been nothing.
Thus, I am indebted to all of them.
But, my admission would be
incomplete,
If I forget or ignore to mention Him
– the Almighty,
Who has given birth to all,
Who controls all,
Who is most merciful to all,
Without whose contributions this
Universe would be nothing
Let alone others….
Thus, I, we and all are owed to Him
past description!
So, let’s all pay our whole-hearted
obeisance to Him,
To keep raining His love,
Warding off all adversities,
Forgiving His haughty, naughty
childish children,
And sustaining His unique Creation
as usual forever…….
©Shankar D Mishra 04.02.2018
YES, BIRTH AND DEATH ARE INEVITABLE!
Alas! When a near and dear one does
die,
The bereaved hearts do helplessly
cry!
They uncontrollably bleed with no
drip of blood till they die,
If anyone claims to be an exception,
one definitely does lie.
The vacuum left by the deceased,
lies vacant till eternity,
Alas! The loss remains irreparable
for the ensuing posterity!
All sad and sore sobs, and painful
pangs, finally, end in smoke,
No matter, whether grief does
mercilessly suffocate you, or choke!
All, however stout, seem ineffective
and powerless before Time,
But, is He not often accused and
denounced with no culpable crime?
Thus, He inaudibly hums, “Do you
ever praise Me when you are alive?
Why do you then blindly, insensibly
and, in vain, reproach Me and jibe?”
Hark! “Birth and Death are
inevitable parts in the scheme of Time’s Creation,
Without the indispensable Death, how
can one attain, at last, a sweet Salvation?”
Glossary:
Vacuum – emptiness/empty space
Posterity – all future generations
Denounced – condemned
Culpable – blameworthy
Reproach - blame
Jibe – taunt
©Shankar D Mishra, 05.02.2018
TO THE LITTLE, TENDER AND INNOCENT
KIDS!
O that the real Value of all the
gifts, I could, with fair eyes, see,
That had ever been present, by the
bounteous Nature, all around!
Had I hugged all the gifts with a
sense of supra-mundane glee,
Her aim wouldn’t have been dashed on
the hard materialistic ground!
O that I had not ever weighed, like
an avaricious merchant, all the gifts,
On the mean, mercenary and
insatiable scales of price!
O that I had not created in Morality
contemptible splits, holes and rifts,
Mincing, alas, with a Shylock’s
money knife, Her Love into many a slice!
O that I could, like Coventry
Patmore’s child, find a heaven of gold,
In the common pebbles, dry sands,
forlorn flowers and unheeded shells!
O that I could accept gladly the
inevitable Law of Nature of growing old,
So that I would not try, in vain, to
evade the pangs of my self- made hells!
Thus, hark! O the little, tender and
innocent kids!
Never do you follow in my
blameworthy steps, nor do you ever tread,
Stick not to my sorrow saving ways
when childhood to you ‘a goodbye bids,
Lest you should, as I do now,
unavoidably and endlessly Seas of sour tears shed!
Glossary:
Supra-mundane glee – heavenly
happiness
Dashed - collided
Avaricious - greedy
Mercenary – regarding money
Contemptible – disgraceful
Forlorn – dejected
Pangs – pains
Shylock – a cruel and dishonest
money lender in Shakespeare’s play ‘The Merchant of Venice’ who was sharpening
his knife to cut a pound of flesh of Antonio, a kind and helpful merchant.
Coventry Patmore – A 19th century
English poet had punished his son for disobeying him many times. The motherless
son had slept getting consolation from a red-veined stone, a piece of glass
abraded by the beach, six or seven shells arranged by him on a table beside his
bed.
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THE ULTIMATE GOAL
Came as thou must thou go,
Be as joyful as thou didst
vow.
The world is naught but a
show,
Some part higher, some role
low.
All they came did never stay,
Early or late, did pass away.
Hence, never thou interrogate, “Thou
why”?
That will result in only an
enigmatic “Phi”.
So, prefer to exist as gladly as to
enter,
For, the New always replace the
Older.
Be in the strife a praise-worthy
soldier,
Choose thy diet only the Divine
prayer.
Then, leave thy fear and
reluctance,
To end thy pre-assigned role,
To meet with the Providence,
Ought to be thy Ultimate Goal.
N.B: This poem is inspired by H. W.
Longfellow’s poem ‘A Psalm of Life.’
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O GOD! LET ME SIP MY CUP OF SORROWS
ALONE!
O God! Let me sip silently my daily
cup of sorrows all alone,
Let me be, as usual, forsaken like a
ship-wrecked forlorn,
Let the world throw me out, as left
over food, and abandon,
Let me be, like a dry leaf, by the
gales of misfortune blown!
O God! Let me never share my daily
cup of sorrows with anyone,
Let me never offer anyone what is
too inedible to eat and swallow,
Let me play my Tragedy with Time’s
symphony as does a swan,
Let the buffets of Miseries make me
like a fruit ripe and mellow!
O God! Let me, like a lotus, grow
out of the slippery swamp of adversity,
Let me never aim at any external
succour to attain from my pain, liberty,
Let me learn to stand,walk and run
in the Marathon of life all alone,
Yes, Let me be resolved and resolute
to burn alone like a miniature Sun!
O God! Let me grow alone to overcome
the hostilities with your care,
Let me not, even an ounce of my sour
sorrow, with anyone else share;
For, who can ever, without Your
Favour, jump over the sorrow snare,
For, without Your Grace, to be
blessed with Salvation, who can dare?
Glossary:
Forsaken – isolated
Forlorn – a hopeless, dejected man
Abandon - throw away
Gales - strong wind
Succour - help
Symphony - piece of music
Buffets –attacks
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YES, I AM A BORN SLAVE TO
CIRCUMSTANCES.
Yes, I am a born slave to
inescapable Circumstances,
To slacken their firm grips? There
arise no chances!
They play in my life as do a
vehicle’s engine, wheels and steering,
I have only to carry out as and when
their warning bells do ring!
Yes, my Universal slavery has
numerous nuances,
Every second, It kaleidoscopically
and amazingly changes!
Under Its unavoidable directions,
the whole world dances,
All human activities It controls,
and outcomes on It hinges!
Let my Circumstances not be
substituted by me with lame excuses,
Let them never be misused by me for
my intrinsic, mean uses,
Let me only be an ever meek, humble
and obedient follower,
Let me only submissively and
courteously tender my labour,
Let me never shirk my duty, nor from
accomplishing waver,
Lest I should be, in the long run,
divested of Salvation’s Flavour!
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THE ESSENCE OF PATIENCE
Oh! Immense is the essence of serene
Patience,
And immeasurable is Its valuable
consequence!
To be ever tolerant, like Mother
Nature, It so sweetly trains,
As fire burns and kills rusts, so
does It purify insolence-stains!
Oh! In the undesirable absence of
the Pearly Patience,
Pour soon cats and dogs uncalled for
problems as torrential rains!
It instantly steals away man’s
costliest Common Sense,
And unreasonably invites the chaos
of darkness of a forest dense!
O God! May I be generously blessed
by You with only one Favour!
Let me, my treasured Patience, under
any circumstances, lose never,
Let me shallow all the pungent pills
of misfortune with due Patience,
Let me ever, like You, bear the
Fruits of Smile, despite feeding on Pains!
O God! Let my Smiles add a deep
sense to the rarely practised Patience,
Let my Smiles reduce my inaudible
and unbearable agony intense,
Let my Smiles weaken the unshakable
grip of my adversity’s Chains,
Let my Smiles co-operate with me to
jump over the miry, mundane Fence!
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HAVE FAITH IN GOD, WHO SEES US ALL!
Have faith in God, Who sees us all:
Those who are too affluent and big,
Those who are too negligible and
small;
Those, who like swift, upward
rockets, rise,
Those, who like quick, downward
comets, fall!
Yes, nothing ever escapes the
vigilant Eyes of God:
However may be something narrow,
However may be something broad,
Whoever may be in the deepest oceans
of sorrow,
Whoever may be in the states,
ecstatic or enraptured!
Yes, none can bribe the All Powerful
God, nor ever can Him cheat:
He is never so silly or gullible
that anyone can Him beat!
He sees well the sad, exploited and
helpless tears of the innocent,
He sees the foulplays of the
devilish Satans, and the fairplays of Saints,
He duly finally judges whom to give
rewards, and whom to punishments!
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STRAIGHT FROM THE HEART OF YOUR
VALENTINE!
Oh! So simply compelling was your
first sweet sight,
That clung to your Valentine’s rapt
and gaping attention tight!
It was no less charming than that of
a sprightly sprite,
That drenched him wet with your
shower of Love and delight!
Oh! Your captivating look of a bait
caught your Valentine straight,
Very few did ever haunt him to gloat
his eyes so much till date!
Your mesmerizing glance did soak him
from his bottom to height,
Yes, your shining glimpse did dispel
the gloom of the darkest night!
Your lovely and comely features
bloomed like a fresh pink Rose,
The more he receded, the more that
dragged him to come to your close!
Your calm and staid composure
crooned sweeter than a Nightingale,
Yes, your Wordsworth was spellbound
in your deep and lush life’s vale!
Your first sight, like a day light,
was for your Valentine a rich treasure,
Thank God! That sprang in his life a
like a Stream of perennial pleasure!
Glossary:
Compelling – splendid
Gaping – awestruck/fascinated
Captivating – charming
Bait – temptation
Haunt – visit frequently
Gloat – rejoice/please
Mesmerizing - attention-grabbing
Features - facial appearance
Receded - drew back
Staid - calm
Spellbound – captivated
Lush – green
Vale – valley
Perennial – permanent
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WE ALL ARE THE DENIZENS OF ONE
DIVINE NATION.
Yes, inside every Religious Veins
flows the same red human blood,
The same Almighty God is called
Ishwar, Allah, Waheguru or Lord!
In every Room of the world, Nature,
God’s Agent, is ever in the identical action,
Some call It a Desh; some address a
Mulk while some others name it a Nation!
Yes, everyone feels the same
twitching pain when pricked or pinched,
Everyone feels the same delight when
a prestigious Prize is clinched!
Everyone is quickly quenched by the
same water, Nature’s Nectar,
Everywhere, for everyone, the same
food, clothing and shelter matter!
Wherever you go, sugar ever tastes
sweet, and salt tastes salty,
Everywhere, honesty is honoured, and
are punished duly the guilty!
Hell is the befitting outcome of
immorality, injustice and indiscretion,
Whereas Virtue is blessed and
bejewelled with a Celestial Salvation!
Let’s thus relinquish Religious
fanaticism, extremism and discrimination,
So that we can surely feel, “We all
are the denizens of one Divine Nation!
Glossary:
Denizens – residents
Identical - the same
Ishwar – God is addressed by the
Hindus.
Allah – God is addressed by the
Muslims/ Abrahamic religious people
Waheguru – God is addressed by the
Sikhs
Lord - God is addressed by the
English
Desh – country in Hindi
Mulk – country in Urdu
Twitching - causing spasm due to
extreme pain
Pricked or pinched - pierced
Clinched – secured/taken
Quenched - satisfied
Guilty – those who are at fault
Befitting - suitable
Outcome – result
Indiscretion - lack of discretion
Bejewelled – decorated
Celestial Salvation – heavenly
deliverance/Moksha
Relinquish - give up/leave
Fanaticism - fanaticism
Extremism – radicalism
Discrimination - favoritism
Divine – about God
Nation – state/ country
©Shankar D Mishra [Sr. Lecturer in
English, Internationally awarded bilingual poet & author of 2 Grammar
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FIRST, LET ME BE WHAT I WANT OTHERS
TO BE FOR ME!
When I am a child,
I eagerly want my Parents to be
tolerant enough and mild;
But, Alas! The moment, I am one of
the Parents,
I, promptly, become too dominating,
relentless and wild!
When I am a student,
I keenly want my Teachers to be lenient
enough and prudent;
But, Alas! The moment, I am one of
the Teachers,
I, in no time, to undue annoyance
and supremacy, I give vent!
When I am a purchaser,
I want my Sellers to be generous
enough and compassionate;
But, Alas! The moment, I am one of
the Sellers,
I, instantly, give shelter to
adulteration and greed inordinate!
Thus, should I first become what I
want others to be for me,
I will, without doubt, be called one
day a Kalpavriksha tree!
Glossary:
Eagerly – enthusiastically
Promptly - quickly
Relentless - harsh
Keenly – wholeheartedly
Lenient – soft/ merciful
Prudent – sensible/ cautious
In no time – very soon
Annoyance – irritation/anger
Supremacy – superiority
Give vent to - find expression for
Generous – kind/ liberal
Compassionate – kind/ sympathetic
Instantly - at once
Adulteration – corruption/
defilement
Inordinate – excessive
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LET NO MUNDANE NEEDS SLAUGHTER MY
INNER VOICE!
O God! Let not my insatiable Hunger
impoverish my precious vigour,
Let It never enfeeble or weaken my
Humanity to disgracefully waver,
Let It never force my Morality, like
a pack of cards, to tumble or shake,
Let It never compel my High Ideals
to yield, like a coward, and forsake!
O God! Let not my unquenchable
Thirst cut short or curtail my endless quest,
Let It never despicably prevent me
from putting up my utmost and best,
Let It never undesirably tempt me to
beg for an untimely respite or undue rest,
Let It never scare me, as it oft
does the Cowards, to face life’s Litmus Test!
O God! Let not my unavoidable
Poverty profane my richest pearly Purity,
Let It never succeed in persuading
me to be an unwanted Guest of insanity,
Let It never ignite me to shamefully
look down upon my steadfast Honesty,
Let It never come out with flying
colours to mislead me on the path of Futility!
O God! Let no mundane necessities
ever slaughter my invaluable Inner Voice,
Let my Virtue-Guide ever infallibly
teach me to win on own Merits Life’s Race!
Glossary:
Insatiable – unappeasable/that whicn
cannot be satisfied
Impoverish - make poor/ ruin
Precious – valuable
Vigour – strength/ vitality
Enfeeble – weaken
Disgracefully - shamefully
Tumble - fall down
Forsake - give up/ leave
Unquenchable – greedy/that which cannot
be satisfied
Curtail – shorten
Quest - mission
Despicably - very badly
Tempt - attract
Respite – interval/ break
Litmus Test – a crucial and deciding
test
Profane – make impure
Persuading – influencing to do
something
Insanity - mental illness
Ignite – excite/inspire
Shamefully –
disgracefully
Look down upon – to consider someone
or something inferior in some way
Steadfast – firm/steady
Come out with flying colours -
succeed
Futility - uselessness
Mundane – ordinary/physical world
Slaughter - kill
Invaluable - very useful
Infallibly - without fail
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ONCE A SWEET HEART IS WON OVER……..!
Once a sweet heart is won over,
Uncontrolled feelings grow intense
sooner,
Unrestrained emotions get ignited by
a strong fervour,
Yes, nothing else, on earth, is
needed there any more!
Once two hearts get adhered to each
other,
Oh! Distance does disappear, or
doesn’t even matter ever!
No force becomes too powerful
against them to alter,
No obstacle can intercept them to
either retreat or falter!
Once two hearts come spontaneously
closer,
Neither of them, feel at any
moment,as a loser!
Yes,no mundane wealth can equal
their infinite pleasure,
For, a Heaven of Love is built by
them to inhabit forever!
If ever I am proved by any to be
wrong, or ever justified as a lair,
Love won’t live; lovers, from their
active services, will surely retire!
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YOU ARE ONE OF THE COSTLIEST CASKETS
OF ALL THE FEMININE VIRTUES!
Yes, Honey drips from your lustrous
lips,
Nectar drops from your relishing
kiss,
Your smiles ever shower an alluring
grace,
Ambrosia rains from your ecstatic
embrace!
Yes, A silvery Moon envies at your
ebullient glance,
The Sun surprises at your
scintillating elegance!
At your luminous presence, richness
is in abundance,
Ah! Your sweet affinity Seas of
serenity does enhance!
Your blithe company compels dark
sorrows to flee,
Your blissful association
ameliorates lasting glee,
In your lovely loyalty lies life's
all happiness,
Your pure and rare Love lifts me to
win life's Chess!
Yes, you are one of the costliest
caskets of all the feminine Virtues,
To be blessed with a beloved like
you, who won't throng the queues?
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BOU, ONCE AGAIN YOU……..
Bou, once again you flashed into my
weak and flimsy memory
Rushed into my heart’s so
impervious, inaccessible and ugly cells
Echoed with your ever loving,
caring, pampering and sharing tales
Enlivening your unforgettable and
unthinkable sacrifice-story!
Bou, once again you stretched your
invisible and surrendering hands
To run from my offensive, ungrateful
forehead to the self-centred toes
To infuse life with your lively,
heavenly and blissful love bonds
To purify my repulsive, junk mind
with your pious presence like a Rose!
Bou, once again you opened my
soiled, blurred and cataracted vision
To think of you and your unalloyed,
unparalleled and supra-mundane love
To remind me, “To forget divine Bou
is worse than a treacherous treason
That is past all ineffective excuses
like penance, remorse or repentant sob!”
Bou, once again you lighted the
bleak, sombre and dismal recess of my heart
To condemn myself and adore you, and
eulogize your inimitably glorious part
To feel myself ashamed of, and
suffocated by my abhorrent, gluttonous ingratitude
To pray to God not to curse any Womb
with a son with my abominable attitude!”
*BOU - Mother [in Odia, the
poet's Mother tongue]
* flimsy – weak/poor
* impervious – impermeable/ not
moved
* inaccessible -
unreachable
* offensive – hateful
* repulsive – disgusting/hateful
* pious presence – noble/virtuous
presence
* penance, remorse or repentant sob
- self-punishment, regret or apologetic cry
* bleak– desolate
*sombre - dull
* dismal – gloomy
* abhorrent, gluttonous ingratitude
- hateful, greedy thanklessness
* abominable attitude –
detestable/hateful manner/approach
N.B: This poem is inspired by H.W
Longfellow’s poem “The Village Blacksmith.” The poet's mother, who is now 75,
lives alone in his village, At/post Tadas Ramahans Pur, Ps. Chandan Pur, Dist.
Puri, Odisha, India
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YES, THOU ART MY PORTIA
Ah! Belmont’s precious Portia art
thou mine,
A Venetian fortunate Bassanio I am
thine!
As the Full-Moon, thou dost
constantly shine,
The whole world doth for thee long
and pine!
Of all the Virtues, thou art an
exemplary epitome,
Amongst the coveted metals, thou art
platinum!
Oh! Without thee, the rest are an
apple of sodom,
Ah! Without thee, creeps in life a
desert of boredom!
Yes, thou dost radiate more than the
luminous stars,
Thou art an efficacious balm for all
mundane scars!
The realm of thy renown stretches
far upto the Mars,
To attain thee, surmountable are all
impregnable bars!
Yes, thou wert made only for me a
long long ago,
How can then I give up my love for
thee, and forgo?
*thou- you, *thee – to you, thine –
yours, *mine – possessive pronoun of I, Portia – heroine in Shakespeare’s play
The Merchant of Venice* Bassanio - hero in Shakespeare’s play The Merchant of
Venice * surmountable – can be crossed or overcome
* impregnable – unconquerable
©Shankar D Mishra 17.05.2017
O GOD! GIVE ME STRENGTH
O God! Give me saintly strength,
vigour and power:
As to the roots, leaves and plants
is the shower,
To surmount the Everest of hurdle or
tempest,
To accomplish my allotted assignment
best!
O God! Fill in me not the fiendish
monster’s force:
To torment and scare the innocent
souls,
To squeeze-flow the tear streams is
a loathsome curse;
Ah! Death is preferable to the
enjoyment of vicious goals!
O God! Replenish me with Thy Godly,
Catalyst-like Energy,
To feed the hungry, shower the
thirsty and buttress the needy:
To enlighten the insane and guide a
boat tossing and unsteady,
To prop up the falling, to efface
poverty, homicide and lethargy!
O God! I prithee to embolden me to
speak the truth,
Then, 'Heaven is mine at any cost.'-
is my unflinching Faith!
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GOD’S LETTER TO MAN
O my dear, loving children,
I render in your hands the mundane
Earth’s rein,
To take proper care of all other
creatures,
Abiding by the injunctions of My
Holy Scriptures!
You are my representatives ablest
and loyalest,
Who can feel My heaviest burdens to
unburden Me a little,
Who can efficiently and
indiscriminately lead the rest,
Who are blessed with the Reason to
earthly problems settle!
Sometimes, you have to undergo trial
and tribulation,
So that you will never follow the
path of breach and deviation,
You will never deem yourselves the
sole Masters of My Domain,
You will never blindly deprive
yourselves of returning to Heaven!
Hope, all of you will read and
remember my Maha Shivratri’s Letter,
And, you will try your utmost to
make the Earth of My Dream, better!
N.B: 1. The above poem is inspired
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WE ARE ON EARTH THIS LIFETIME?” TQ GURUJI.
2. Maha Shivratri is being celebrated
in Odisha, India today.
Glossary:
Mundane – about the physical world
Rein – controlling power
Abiding by - obeying
Injunctions – orders/instructions
Trial and tribulation – sufferings
Breach and deviation –
violation/breaking of moral code of conduct
Deem - consider
Domain – province/kingdom
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O GOD! LET ME NEVER BE AN UNINVITED
GUEST.
O God! Let me never be an uninvited
and unwanted Guest,
Who often poses as an unheeded
threat more like a silent, aching pest,
Like a bolt out of the blue, steals
the indignant Host’s respite and rest,
Escorted by litters and messes to
rob the pearly peace of the place in a haste,
Putting the prolonged practised
patience of the Host to an embarrassing Test
Under a universal platitude, “Oh! It
was indeed Time’s an unavoidable behest!”
O God! Let me never be an unasked
for and unwelcome Guest,
Who, like an unseen and piercing
nail under the shoe, doth ceasest,
The sweet ambience of the Host with
an uncalled for bleeding agony,
So soon accompanied by chaos,
disorder, indiscipline and cacophony,
Alas! Compels one of the million
parts of a Moment to pass like an Age,
Converts finally a happy haven of
the hapless Host into an unsound cage!
O God! Let me never be an unsolicited
and unaccommodatable Guest,
Rather let my due distance gush out
my Host’s fun, frolic and a jolly zest!
Glossary:
a bolt out of the blue – something
unusual that happens suddenly or unexpectedly
indignant – angry/ resentful
respite – relief
escorted by – accompanied by
litters – rubbish/ confusion
messes - untidiness
prolonged - long-drawn-out
embarrassing – uncomfortable
platitude – common saying
behest – command/ order
doth ceasest – does stop
ambience – surroundings
accompanied by – along with
chaos – disorder/ confusion
cacophony – disharmony
haven – safe place
hapless – unfortunate/ miserable
unsolicited – uncalled-for
unaccommodatable – who or which
cannot be accommodated
gush out – pour out in a large
quantity
frolic – merry play/merriment
jolly - cheerful
zest - enthusiasm
©Shankar D Mishra, 20.06.2018
O LORD JAGANNATH!
O Lord Jagannath!
Let me rely in, and practise
genuineness
Let me abstain from guilt, and do
confess
Let me put on a decency and honesty
dress
Let no mundane allurement ever me
enmesh!
O Lord Jagannath!
Let me walk on the path of truth and
veracity
Let me not borrow, but lend with
generosity
Let me not be indulgent to falsity
and futility
Let me ever adorn myself with
Virtue’s Beauty!
O Lord Jagannath!
Let, Thy Auspicious Annual Festival
Chariot
End in me chaos, uproar, violence
and riot!
Let Thy Holy Wheels run over the
sins of my mind devil’s
Let Thy Pious Glance do away with
all my dark, heavy evils!
O Lord Jagannath!
Let Thy unique Nine Day Long Chariot
Festival
Usher in my gloomy world a
renaissance and revival
Of peace, prosperity and
philanthropic fraternity!
Let Thy blessings revive in me a
redemptive Purity!
O Lord Jagannath!
Let Thy Divine Company restore in me
sanctity
Let Thy Bounty shower in my a
blissful gaiety
Let my Purity be my long solicited
Salvation’s surety
Let Thy Mercy bless me to be a
synonym of Eternity!
* rely – trust
* genuineness – realness
* abstain from guilt – remain away
from wrong deeds
* confess – admit mistakes
* put on a decency and honesty dress
– lead a decent and honest life
* mundane allurement – worldly
attractions
* me enmesh – trap me
* veracity – truthfulness
* be indulgent to falsity and
futility – be involved in false and useless activities
* adorn – be furnished with/be decorated
with
* Auspicious – favourable/holy
* chaos – disorder
* uproar –chaos/disorder
* violence – cruelty/violent
behavior
*riot – disturbance/unrest
* run over – crush
* mind devil’s – mind is compared to
a devil
* Pious Glance – virtuous/holy look
* do away with - finish
off/kill/destroy
* Usher in – bring in
* gloomy world – world filled with
darkness due to evil actions
*a renaissance– a new beginning
*revival – renewal/rebirth
* philanthropic fraternity –
goodhearted/generous brotherhood
* revive– renew
*redemptive Purity – cleanliness of
mind that brings redemption/salvation
* sanctity – holiness
* Bounty shower–rain of gift
*blissful gaiety – heavenly
joy/happiness
* solicited– requested/sought after
*Salvation’s surety
–security/guarantee of deliverance
* synonym of Eternity – be immortal
©Shankar D Mishra 14.07.2018
TO MY DESDEMONA
O my Desdemona, the very Venetian
dazzling damsel,
In your matchless Beauty,
undoubtedly, you supersede all and excel!
A million Monalisas lag behind
before your lasting lustre,
For, your are the brightest Star in
Beauty's luminous cluster!
Yes, you dominate the domain of
glittering grace,
The rest are miles away in the
bewitching Beauty's race!
You replicate mesmerizing Beauty's
irrefutable definition,
While your counterparts are merely
your shadowed simulation!
Oh! To your captivating Beauty, the
gaping, gasping eyes get glued,
Whosoever terms "You are smply
beautiful." must be biased and rude!
But, I perceive, and call you a
sprightly and spellbinding 'Fair Rose',
For, out of your galvanizing glance,
a soothing vernal breeze blows!
Thus, may your beacon of Beauty keep
shining and guiding forever!
May your Beauty sanctify the unholy
minds as cleanses worldly dirts a shower!
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27.07.2018
WHO IS A TRUE FRIEND?
Who is a true friend?
Who talks to you with harmful,
pampering words
Or, who feeds you heartily healthful
bitter-gourds
To save you from a sure, sweet-
felonious fiend?
Who is a true friend?
Who connives at your life’s ruinous
dregs
Or, who lifts you from the base to
the level of a Sage
To light your path and embellish
your poor, pale end?
Who is a true friend?
Who tends you to train you to remain
ever incorrigible
Or, who sips gladly the hemlock of
rancour to rectify you to be sensible
To enrich and enable you, never to
borrow, and ever to bountifully lend?
Let’s all the foster, with
sincere, loyal love, the sappling of a true friend
That, for his Moksha, can modify
him, and his rigid and grimy ways mend!
GLOSSARY:
pampering – taking care of someone
excessively
felonious – wrong
connives at - turn a blind eye to
one’s mistakes
dregs – [pronounced as ‘dregz’]
sediment/ the worst or last part of something
base – Here, it is used as a pun.
base – bottom; another meaning is lowest in standard
fiend - evil person
embellish - beautify
rancour – bitterness
©Shankar D Mishra 05.08.2018
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O ATALJI! INDIA WILL MISS YOU A LOT!
O Atalji! You were an Abou Ben in
Indian politics,
A strict and staunch follower of
high Ethics,
An austere disciplinarian and a
mature Parliamentarian,
In the real sense of the term, the
truest Samaritan!
O Atalji! Your unique and inimitable
oratory could be heard in chaos,
Bloods of Patriotism, selfless
public service flowed in your arteries, veins pious!
Your sensible, visionary, flawless
and unbudging decisions,
Made you one of Mother India's most
favoured and booned Sons!
O Atalji! You never pursued politics
for your personal gains,
You never trode a path cheap,
irrelevant, mean and non-sense!
You were born to serve, at crises
unperturbed and calm were your nerves,
Commendable were your catalyst's
character, spirits, sagacity, acumen and verves!
O Atalji! You have surely left
indelible footprints on the sands of Time,
That will, without doubt, shine and
guide as a Pole-star even in the most unfavourable clime!
Copyright: Shankar D Mishra
18.08.2018
A PRAYER TO LORD GANESH
With your infinite Mercy water in
the river ceaselessly flows
With your boundless Mercy man
abundantly incessantly grows
With your illimitable Mercy away
misfortune in an instant flees
With your endless Mercy happiness
smiles as the verdant trees!
Fathomless mains of sorrows turn
into nectar at Your graceful glance
Health, wealth, prosperity and
contentment do steadily enhance,
Your bounty rains to dispel the
dark, bleak and deadly ignorance
Your generosity keeps pouring on
earth the much needed sustenance!
May Your celestial blessings shower
on all till eternitty
May Your panacean blessings remove
all futile negativity
May Your rare blessings infuse
purity, loyalty and integrity
May Your unique blessings establish
love, harmony and humanity
May Your sublime blessings end
malice, jealousy, violence and cruelty
May Your sweet blessings protect the
Earth from all evils till perpetuity!
N.B: Lord Ganesha’s
significance in Hindu mythology Ganesh Chaturthi is believed to mark the birth
anniversary of the deity and is celebrated on the fourth day (chaturthi) of the
Hindu calendar month of Bhadrapada. Ganesha or Ganpati is the younger son of
Lord Shiva and Parvati. He is believed to remove obstacles (hence Vighnaharta,
one of his 108 names) and is invoked for blessings at the start of any
endeavour as the lord of good beginnings.
There are various stories about his
birth. One legend narrates that Ganesha was created by goddess Parvati out of
dirt and set to guard her privacy while she had her bath. When Ganesha stopped
Lord Shiva from entering their abode, he got angry and severed Ganesha’s head.
Parvati was heart-broken and to appease her, Lord Shiva fixed an elephant’s
head on the child and thus, the elephant-headed Ganesha came into being.
Another legend has it that Ganesha was created on request of the demigods to
remove the rakshasas (demons) who were hindering them .
The history of the festival
Its origins are related to the
freedom movement. Back in 1893, freedom fighter Lokmanya Tilak wanted to bring
people together to create a feeling of patriotism. At a time when the British
government frowned on Indians gathering together, Tilak urged people to
celebrate Ganesh Chaturthi publicly. Sources: Google published by the Hindustan
Times.
GLOSSARY:
* abundantly - richly
* incessantly – continuously
* verdant – green
* fathomless – immeasurable
*gracious – merciful
* panacean – a curative medicine for
all diseases
* futile – useless
* infuse – instill
* perpetuity - time without end
©Shankar D Mishra 13.09.2018
FRIENDS, LET'S DISCARD OUR PRIDE.
A man, who is perverse and proud,
Dwells in a "Misconception
Shroud!"
Alas! While staggering unsteadily on
a slippery ground,
He daydreams of flying like a
Jet the Universe around!
A man of Pride, getting affected
with opacity,
Always wrongly evaluates his own
capacity!
Being led by Caesar's
self-destructive overconfidence,
Alas! He digs his own ditch days and
nights in his inadvertence!
A man of Pride, like a hideous
slough, is loved and adored by none,
For, he overestimates of himself,
while underestimates one and all,
He does little, but blows
deafeningly, the Glory-trumpet of his own,
Alas! Replicating a buzzing Drone,
he builds himself an "Ill-famed Hall!"
Let's, thus, all discard Pride, and
be humane and humble,
Before it is too late for our
haughtiness, when we perish and stumble!
Copyright: Shankar D Mishra
26.09.2018
LET'S UNSHACKLE A CHILD.
Let not a child's feeling buds be
ever plucked,
Let not the path of a child's
success be ever blocked,
Let not the doors of a child's
dreams be ever locked,
Let not the world of a child's
happiness be ever rocked!
Let not the pure mind of a child be
ever alloyed,
Let not the tender thoughts of a
child be ever coiled,
Let not the sacred heart of a child
be ever soiled,
Let not the sweet simplicity of a
child be ever boiled!
Let a child ever fly with its free
wings,
Let a child ever move in its free
swings,
Let a child be made its own realm's
King,
Let a child be unshackled to play,
dance and sing!
Let no child ever be deprived of any
of the above,
So that this drab world can be built
a heaven of Love,
So that the same child must
reciprocate the same when its parents are children,
Thus, the cycle of Love can continue
like the bounteous Nature's Panacean Rain!
Copyright: Shankar D Mishra
10.04.2018
HOW A LITTLE GIRL TAUGHT HER MOTHER
A LESSON!
To her mother, a little girl said,
"Mama, I will neither study nor
go to school today."
Asked anxious mother, "But
why?", turning quickly red!
" I'll chase the butterflies
sucking honey, glad and gay!"
Then, mother grew angrier and rudely
retorted:
"If you skip school and keep
your studies incomplete,
I will surely scold you, stop your
food, and wont love but beat!"
Then, "Listen Mama, what I will
do." the precocious daughter replied.
"Mama", "If you
punish me, I'll cry so aloud,
That its echo waves will wake Papa's
sleep, in Cuttack,
And the warm Spring of my sad tears
will pinch him and attack,
And force him to reach us swimming
against its currents as a floating cloud!"
And will still not stop my tearing
torrents of tears,
Until both of your "Regretting
Sorrys" bring me back my cheers,
Until both of you kiss gently me on
my each tender cheek,
Until you pledge to feed me forever
your Elysian Love Milk!
Copyright: Shankar D Mishra 23.12.18
LET'S LISTEN TO WHAT "THE
TRIRANGA" SINGS!
Yes, the deep and dazzling Saffron,
does my proud forehead adorn,
It stands for the selfless Sacrifice
of your Forefathers, you must learn,
To practise. It too stands for their
untiring and inexhaustible Strength,
That loudly inculcates: "Those
who show It always win the field at length!"
Yes, the silvery White stands
composed and placid right in the middle;
To send one and all a sublime sense
of Truth, Peace and Purity,
To teach you all to keep in tact the
Nation's glory, honour and dignity,
Till ends your lives' journey
between the Grave and the Cradle!
Yes, the deep and ever glistening
Green stands at my Foot,
And wishes for the county's all
round Prosperity and fortified Fertility!
Without It, the wheels of Progress
will automatically come to a standstill,
Thus, all should salute to Its
significance with utmost reverence; and feel!
And, at the centre of my Heart,
stands poised the Ashok Chakra,
Its Twenty Four Spokes symbolize the
same number of Letters of Gayatree Mantra!
It emphatically propagates the Laws
of Righteousness and Auspiciousness,
The Sky, Ocean and universal Truth
Its Navy Blue hue does infer and profess!
*TRIRANGA - the Tri-coloured
National Flag of India
*In India, 26th January is
celebrated as the Republic Day, one of Its National Festivals.
Sources: Google
Copyright: Shankar D Mishra 26.01.19
Wishing you all a happy Republic
Day!
A SONNET THAT ALL VALENTINES WOULD
LOVE TO HUM!
Your curly, cascading hair coaxes
and caresses me,
Your placid, pacifying plaits do
pamper me,
Your flashy, fascinating forehead
fondles me,
Your bewitching, breezy brows do
baffle me!
Your exuberant, electrifying eyes
enchant me,
Your glittering, glazing glance ever
gloats me,
Your nice, nibbling nose nudges and
numbs me,
Your lovely, lithe lips lustrously
lull and lure me!
Your mellow, melodious mouth
mesmerizes me,
Your fine, flashy, fluorescent face
flattens me,
Your chaste, chuckling chest charms
me,
Your goggling, gaping grasp
galvanizes me!
Your hushing, hearty hug hypnotizes
me,
Your beautiful, bejeweled being
becomes one with me!
©Shankar D Mishra, 14.02.2019
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AN EARNEST CALL OF MOTHER INDIA TO
All HER CHILDREN!
O my dearest children,
I am sure, none of you shall ever
push me into the hands of a horrible bane,
None of you can encourage any
intruder to initiate a gory and bloody rain,
None of you can bear me ruled over
by any foreign devilish powers again!
O my dearest children,
None of you can hand me over to the
claws of an intolerable pain,
None of you can watch me roll and
wriggle down a very deadly terrain,
None of you can witnesses me
wretchedly culled by the Brutes like a hen!
O my dearest children, I am hopeful,
you all will hear my earnest call,
All will lie firmly like a buttress,
around my fortress, before it is forced to fall,
All, with unflagging spirits and
unwavering zeals shall stand defiantly tall,
That no more untoward incidents by
blood thirsty Ogres may be executed at all!
Thus, wake up, unite and take a
Bhisma's oath, my dearest children,
To shave off together the
anti-social elements to make India a peaceful Haven!
Copyright: Shankar D Mishra 18.02.19
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LISTEN TO ME, O MY CHILDREN!
Listen to Me, O my children! This is
not at all the right Time,
To wear the politically tainted
glasses of mutual rancour and prejudice,
To hypothetically pretend,
"Alas! The matter is sub Judice,
To treacherously garner own milage,
and recite the same cliched futile Rhyme!
Listen to Me, O my children! This is
not at all the proper Moment,
To sip like Socrates the venoms of
unprovoked massacre and torment,
To shed temporary and tarnishing
tears, and vociferate shallow slogans,
To light only the self consoling
candles, and let go Scott free the heinous Hooligans!
Listen to Me, O my children! This is
not at all the hour:
Like the timid and cowardly, to
scamper and cower,
To purse and sew you lips like a shy
and scared touch-me-not flower,
To succumb, and concede to be
blasted and collapsed like a dumb unarmed tower!
Listen to Me, O my children! This is
the time to retort to the bricks with the stones,
To crush the Brutes unitedly, and
unfurl my Tricolours in the trespassed Zonens!
Copyright: Shankar D Mishra 19.02.19
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WHAT THE HEARTS OF OUR MARTYRS ECHO?
Can our Martyrdom mitigate our
families' endless miseries,
Can their losses be recompensed with
any material treasuries,
Can the foreheads of our wives smile
again with their robbed crimson vermilions,
Can our orphaned kids ever get back
their martyred fathers in exchange for billions?
Can our family hurts be cured with
the pills of lip sympathies and pen compassions,
Can we return walking to our
bereaved parents, wives, daughters and sons?
Which technology can bring our
speeches back; which science can join our fleshes, veins and bones?
Can your grieved condolence
observances justly compensate our losses,
Can our posthumous Param Veer
Chakras make up for our incurable gashes,
Can your ostentatious fleeting
measures, and vain steps pass us any peace?
Who can pay our fateless families
duly what they will forever miss?
But, our losses can be reduced with
the removal of your biased political glasses,
And a unanimous demand for the
elimination of 'Terrorism' by the whole masses.
Copyright: Shankar D Mishra.
20.02.2019
W.A number: +91 8270604524
AH! AN UNFORGETTABLE FANI REMINDER!
Ah! So severe was the fury of the
most unpredictable FANI,
That It uprooted half a century old
trees of bread, butter and honey!
It, like the Pandora's Box, on the
East coast of Odisha, spilled the Seas of agony,
With Her cruelest wind blasts turned
a sunny May morning into cloudy and rainy!
Ah! So terrible was the most
unprecedented FANI's vicious Velocity,
That It, like the all devouring
Tongue of the most fatal ferocity,
Licked away all the smiling Huts and
the serene Mansions of prosperity,
With Her most turbulent Temper, and
extremely intolerable intensity!
Ah! So devastating was the Nature of
FANI's fiercest and most fulsome Forces,
That, in no time, It stole away the
stranded people's hard earned resources!
It too corroded too deeply their
normal lives' comfortable courses,
With Her bitterest banes, and
immeasurably irreparable curses!
Thus, FANI reminded all again,
"Man is ever at the Mercy of the Omnipotent Nature,
He is ever as usual a playable
Puppet in the mightiest Hands of Nature,
He is too powerless to overtake Her,
and too poor not to be at Her favour,
No matter how high Science soars,
and how long stretches Technology's sphere and structure!"
Copyright Shankar D Mishra 14.05.19
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YES, FANI WAS PARADOXICALLY THE BEST
EVER TEACHER.
Yes, FANI was paradoxically the best
ever Teacher,
For, She brought the same helpless
roof the poorer and the richer!
She taught all to remember by heart,
"None is greater than the Nature!"
And She made all never to forget,
"Pride is surely to sleep on a perishable stretcher!"
Yes, FANI was paradoxically the best
Preacher,
For, She dictated man to keep in
mind without fail forever:
"Do vanish, as bubbles, hatred,
ego, apathy, arrogance, intolerance and enmity,
Love, nobility, humility,
compassion, adaptability and fellow-feelings last till eternity!"
Yes, FANI was paradoxically the best
ever Chastiser,
Who proved to be, for the straying
and depraving man, the best Stabilizer,
Who proved, at last, Nature, not
man, is more powerful and wiser,
Who mocked at haughty man's
misconceived Omnipotent Visor!
Thus, unless man learns a fit lesson
from the recent classes of FANI,
He is to blame himself for his
consequent, inescapable, bleeding and baneful Agony!
Copyright: Shankar D Mishra 17.
05.19
A TRIBUTE TO YUVRAJ SINGH
You were a live wire like Jonty
Rhodes while fielding at Gullies, Points or Covers,
Your swashbuckling cover drives sent
to the rival fielders shakes and shivers,
Your lightning dives to stop the
balls on the fields brought the batsmen fevers,
Your flamboyant flying catches
enhanced your ever growing fans and fielding lovers!
You were an agile wind like Michael
Bevan while running between the wickets,
Your accurate throws sent many
batters back to the pavilions, hitting the stumps like rockets,
Your stunning match winning strokes
caused, for a many McGraths, jitters,
Your grit, gusty resilience and
sportsmanship spirit beat many unbeatable beaters!
Your contributions to India's three
World Cup wins were no ordinary feats,
On your classic Class and Calibre,
the NatWest Finals at Lords, shed ample and lasting lights,
Your six Sixes from six balls of
Stewart Broad have made you Cricketers' Lord,
Yes, your victory over your Lung
cancer was the greatest victory ever considered!
You will ever light like a beacon;
your name will be engraved on the evergreen Emerald,
You will fondly be adored as one of
the greatest All rounders in the Cricket World!
N.B. This poem is written after
YUVRAJ SINGH announced his retirement from international Cricket on 10th June
2019, after 19 years of his cricketing career.
Copyright: Shankar D Mishra 13.06.19
HUSH AND LISTEN! CORONA DELIVERS A
SPEECH NOW.
O humans! I am born out of your
hatred and cruelty towards the innocent animals,
Your absolute monopoly and despotic
domination over the Natural resources,
Your cold war among yourselves to
justify own fleeting, sordid supremacy over others,
Your mass misuse of the boons of
science, that's been dictated to bear many a curse!
O humans! I am the illegitimate and
bastard child of your wanton promiscuousness,
I am the outcome of your abject
disrespect to Nature, and defiance God's Omnipotence,
I am the tasteless, inedible and
unhealthy fruit of your recklessness and fearlessness,
I am the result of your rancorous
rivalry; craze for wild, frenzied and lethal Arms' race!
Why are you scampering helter
skelter madly scared of me, O my heinous parents?
Why are you burning midnight oils to
abort and kill me, O the so-called modern saints?
For, I am only one of benevolent
Nature's
minor and reasonable premonitions,
I am the mild chastiser to rectify
you, before befall the imminent ruinations!
Thus, it's up to you whether to
honour God and Nature, and adhere to virtues, love and humanity,
Before it gets too late to shed
crocodile tears when, to deface life on earth, reaches my ghastliest and
deadliest community!
Copyright: Shankar D Mishra 18.
03.20
My WhatsApp number: +91 8270604524.
Please share this poem.
Premjit Singh Amar17 March 2020 at
14:38
Ink so unique ink so true words
woven together with reality and the plight of the animals so clearly mentioned,
the ruthless humans and their ruthless ways of destroying nature in every way. 🙏🙏
too good dear friend.
BALAKRISHNAN17 March 2020 at 18:11
Hi Shankarji, your timely special
dish with complete receipe to cherish by the readers according to their
interest to satisfy their taste buds is really appreciated. The readers eill
definitely understand the real corona virus's moto and how it is derived by it.
It's really a wonderful treat to be very much precautionary in the future
projects and developments of so-called Greats! I expect a 2nd/next part of your
poem containing the tips for the easy-escape from this and survival technic. It
will be very nice if it comes out in these situations from a blessed poet.
Because all poems are timeless- products of s good poet and it trumpets the
realities in its truth ever and ever so loudly that the coming generation will
definitely think twice before they leap. Thank you, Shankar ji. G.
MOTHER’S HEART
Oh! Mother’s heart?
It’s not merely a marrow, blood and
flesh part,
As most of us retain;
It is really unique, and quite far
away from any type of stain!
Move all over the world; still can
you come across anything,
More generous, more wondrous more
pristine, nobler and greater?
No, never. More captivating and more
fascinating they may appear,
None can suckle you with the life
sustaining milk; even if to suck gains others may cling!
Yes, the rest of world is a swarm of
the hoggish, piggish and greedy fleas,
But, Mother' Heart is a fountain of
bounty; and a sweet, succulent and safe hive:
The former drones around you to
hypnotize you and sting so as to snatch and seize,
While, She starves, toils and sweats
for your well-being, and prays for you to thrive!
Yes, none can replace Mother, a
never drying Sea of Mercy, next to the Almighty!
So far as Her unanticipatory,
magnanimous and immeasurable sacrifice is concerned!
None can surpass Her in Her Love,
Kindness, Chastity and inner Beauty,
For, She never curses, retaliates or
avanges you, despite being betrayed and burned!
Thus, let’s all bow, genuflect and
prostrate before Mother's Divine Idol,
And, let's never hurt Her Heart even
a little by breaching, shirking or misdemeanour;
Then only can rest in peace and
heavenly Bliss our grateful and blessed Soul,
Or else, we must incur God's wrath
to rut and atone in a hateful Hell forever!
Copyright: Shankar D Mishra 10.05.10
AN ODE TO MY LIFE'S MONALISA
Oh! Thy garishing gaze doth forever
galvanize,
Like that of Monalisa, thy devout da
Vinci,
To garish thee on his heart's canvas
to shine to immortalize,
As the Dark Lady had once spurred
Shakespeare's sensuous fancy!
Oh! A sweet smile on thy luscious
lips,
Doth enliven the wordy brush of thy
Burman to paint his much awaited masterpiece,
That had once turned Johnsy, a dying
unbudging pessimist into a staunch optimist,
As the amazing portrait of Portia
had once been for Bassanio's eyes a ravishing feast!
Oh! Thy enchanting vocal chord doth
supersede a nightingale's serene serenade,
And doth mesmerize me to embellish
and eulogize to my soul's content,
As the melodious songs of the cuckoo
had once an irresistible invitation sent,
And enraptured Wordsworth to capture
and treasure Hers in his life's vernal glade!
Copyright: Shankar D Mishra
26.12.2020
REALLY, MARIGOLDS ARE NO MATCH FOR
MY LOVE!
O my Love! The dancing Marigolds
ever falter to attract my prying eyes much closer,
Than the flourish of your beckoning
Beauty incomparable, irresistible and rare!
In truth, had Wordsworth beheld your
soothing smiles so inviting and galore,
He would not have exhausted his bins
of applause on the sprightly Daffodils any more!
O my Love! Alas! The lively and
lustrous blades of their lithe, golden lips,
Lag much behind before yours
enviably vivacious that my rapt heart fondly keeps!
Indeed, had Yeats seen you sitting
beside Maud Gonne, whose Pilgrim Soul caught him tight,
He would have been moved faster to
shower upon your magnanimity more poetic light!
O my Love! In reality, had
Shakespeare cast a glance at your enchanting cheeks and engaging chin,
He would have diverted his pen from
the Dark lady to you to eulogize them as a Cherubin!
For, the fragrance of felicity flows
not so much from them as perennially as from you,
And, they sail into oblivion soon
after the Spring, but you bloom in my heart's garden ever new!
Copyright: Shankar D Mishra
11.01.2021
O MY LOVE! THIS IS WHAT THOU ART TO
ME.
O my Love! Thou art the silver
lining of hope among the darkest clouds of despair,
That doth succour me past praise
like a pulley to surpass the humps with cautious care,
That doth promise me beyond an iota
of doubt the sunny days of comfort and mirth,
That doth assure me like a good
yield after the timely rains of bliss without any dearth!
O my Love! Thou art the healing balm
among the sorest lesions of topsy-turvies and sorrows,
That doth assuage the pinch of the
grief throes and predict a quick arrival of the merry morrows,
That doth prognosticate, "Your
painful days are over, and heydays are the matter of time,
My gentle touch and soothing care
will surely recuperate you to sing life's sweetest rhyme!"
O my Love! Thou art the prettiest
Rose in my life surrounded with the thorns of adversity,
That doth mitigate my pangs of sad
morbidity as Full Moon removes the blithe light's scarcity,
That doth remove my sombre solitude
as the reviving showers bring to the earth glee,
That doth end my sulky days of goom
as in the presence of the sweetest smiles the sourest tears flee!
Copyright: Shankar D Mishra
19.01.2021
O GOD! NO ONE CAN EVER.........
O God! No one can ever grow so tall
that he cannot bend low and bend before You,
No one can ever grow so rich that he
can buy the world designed and sculpted by You,
No one can ever muster so much
knowledge that he can teach You the moral, edifying Sermons,
And, no one can ever be so much
ingenious that he can create the Moons, the stars and the Suns!
O God! No one can ever manufacture
such lethal arms that he can beat the might of You,
No one can ever be so much erudite
and sagacious to hoodwink or deceive You,
No one can ever be so much judicious
that he can claim to be a judge in Your Supreme Court,
And, no one can ever legislate such
a Law that can shelter the culprits, and save the pervert!
O God! No one can ever be so much
generous that he can bless or gift You,
No, no, no one can ever dare to be a
tantamount contender to replace You!
Copyright: Shankar D Mishra
26.01.2021
O MY LOVE! WHY DO YOU MISS ME?
O my Love! Why do you miss me?
Do stealthily, like the cautious
Time, unlock and open your lovely heart's door:
You will be bewitched to find me
cuddled with you upon its cosy, cajoling floor,
You are adorned and embellished with
the glittering pearls of my sincerest love,
You are bedecked with the most
fragrant blossoms plucked from the Heaven's grove,
You are shielded with the strongest
walls, and treasured with the safest chest,
You are served with the richest
refreshments, fetched from Orchards one of the best,
You are entranced and embraced with
the coaxing arms of my blissful dream!"
O my Love! Miss me thus never,
For, just as a sprightly life and a
dynamic liver; a grand gift and a generous giver,
Soothing shade and a leafy tree;
steady buzz and a busy bee; and water and a perennial river,
Undoubtedly, I'm only yours; and as
the Polestar lives with the sky, I will be with you forever!
Copyright: Shankar D Mishra
27.01.2021
O GOD! HOW CAN WE WHINE AT YOU?
O God! How can we whine at You, Who
has brought me to a world of light,
Who has blessed us with beautiful
parents, loving siblings and kind kinsmen,
Who has created the delightful days
for us to sweat for breads, and to rest at night,
Who has gifted us with the four
major seasons like the Summer, Winter and Rain!
O God! How can we whimper at You,
because of Whom the Sun is hot at noon,
Because of Whom seems ever so
serene, silvery and shining the Full Moon,
Because of Whom the sugar canes are
born sweet, and the tamarinds taste too sour,
Because of Whom a million hearts
smile gaily in the presence of a charming flower!
O God! How can we whinge against
You, Whose Grace has engineered the Universe,
Whose Mercy ever spurs the towering
waves of the fathomless seas to sprightly dance,
Whose Compassion compels the demons
of calamities to desert the earth,
Whose Bounty is indispensable for
all to relish birth's beauty, and life 's mirth!
*Whinge - to express
dissatisfaction, pain, or resentment usually tiresomely
Copyright: Shankar D Mishra
24.02.2021
OH! WHAT A SMILE!
O my Darling! What a sweetiful
smile,
That captivates my gaping eyes to
marvel with awe, and revel for a while!
It seems surpassing the sweetest
sticks of sugarcanes with its irresistible taste,
It transcends even the serene
fluorescence of the Full Moon shining at Her best!
O my Darling! What a scintillating
smile,
That relieves me of the sores more
than the Egyptians' pangs are waned by the Nile!
It drives my dismal darkness away
like lightning with its halo of luminous sublimity,
For, it showers upon me the deepest
seas of serenity; and fetches me a floral felicity!
O my Darling! What a celestial
smile,
That promptly removes my painful
poverty with its selfless generosity!
It dictates my dolorous droughts to
take to heels; and pours on me pails of pleasure,
Thus, bows my heart with humility,
for being gifted with the world's richest treasure,
So that I can adorn myself
with love, warmth and gratitude forever,
And relish the heavenly nectar that
drops when the Sea hugs avidly a jolly river!
Copyright: Shankar D Mishra
31.03.2021
A TRIBUTE TO MANOJ DAS
Learn from the heavenly flowers
How to spread the smell of virtue
and nobility;
Learn from the inquisitive Manoj Das
How to overcome the ignominious
ignorance poverty.
Learn from the firm, unperturbed
Himalayas
How to weather with aplomb and
fortitude adversity;
Learn from the just, perseverant
Manoj Das
How to maintain self -respect and
dignity.
Learn from the benevolent and
bounteous candle
How to burn yourself to illuminate
all around;
Learn from the astute, articulate
Manoj Das
How to inculcate, enlighten and
astound.
Learn from the industrious, benefic
honeybees
How to sacrifice yourself along with
your savings;
Learn from the avid, studious Manoj
Das
How to foster to flap your knowledge
wings.
Learn from the lofty innocuous birds
How to soar in the high altitude;
Learn from the candid, detached
Manoj Das
How to cultivate a right attitude.
Learn from the pure, life-sustaining
water
How to nurture indiscrimination;
Learn from the observant, didactic
Manoj Das
What to do if you seek emancipation.
Learn from the commonplace cow dung
compost
How to enhance useful and harmless
fertility;
Learn from the voracious, votary
Manoj Das
How to develop callousness to self
cheap publicity.
Learn from the desireless,devout
Sudama
How to attain the beatitude and
Bliss;
Learn from the determined, diligent
Manoj Das
How to muster effortless mastery
over English.
Learn from a sincere, devoted
gardener
How to tend a sapling to grow and
blossom;
Learn from the master humorist Manoj
Das
How to paint with words to revamp
and reform.
Learn from a chaste, bereft Indian
widow
How to absorb acute pain and biter
sorrow shroud;
Learn from the Utkal's booned scion,
Manoj Das
How to make your Mother and
Motherland proud.
N.B: This poem was published in the
special Jan-June,2012 issue of "ROCK PEBBLES" which was exclusively
dedicated to Manoj Das of Odisha, one of the best-known short story writers of
the present times.
Thank u Majhi Sir for publishing my
poem in your highly esteemed literary journal of International repute.
Manoj Das was an Indian author who
wrote in Odia and English. In 2000, Manoj Das was awarded the Saraswati Samman.
He was awarded Padma Shri in 2001, the fourth-highest Civilian Award in India,
Padma Bhusan in 2020, the third highest Civilian Award in India for his
contribution in the field of Literature & Education.
Born: 27 February 1934, Balasore
Died: 27 April 2021
Education: Ravenshaw College
Awards: Padma Bhushan, Padma Shri
Movies: Aranyaka
Courtesy: Wikipedia
THE SONG OF A LABOURER
Alas! I am often misconceived of
selling myself,
Though, in reality, I am hired to
sell my honest service,
Though, by discharging my duty, I
earn my integrity-pelf,
Though, I squeeze my blood under the
sky, being many a piece!
I am as punctual as a flawless
watch,
Who can, to my contributions for the
society, duly match?
Alas! The sun and the Moon visit my
cottage in quick succession,
Though, only due to my toils, in all
houses, the cooking stoves burn!
Alas! The luckless kids of mine are
aliens to all modern amenities,
All govt. benefit schemes never
change our fates being realities!
Many lofty castles of hopes are
built for us in the unreachable air,
I am, indeed, born to care, but
never to desire my deserving share,!
This is the precarious song of my
wretched life in a nut shell,
I build heavens for millions albeit
I am forever an inmate of the hell!
*Albeit: although
Copyright: Shankar D Mishra 01.05.21
AN ODE TO MLPG!
Oh! In the evergreen garden of my
perennial love,
You are, beyond an iota of doubt, a
fragrant, fabulous and unfading marigold,
That sings more merrily than a
melodious cuckoo to my heart's elation untold,
And dances more gaily than the
murmuring ripples of a rivulet beside a lush grove!
Oh! In the sugary, succulent orchid
of my eternal love,
You are, past a shred of ambiguity,
a ripe, relishing and coveted custard apple,
That exudes to me more sweetness
than a soothing shower to a desert dry and drab;
That pours on me more elixir of
mirth than on an infant its mother's bosom, nectaric and supple!
Oh! In the frabjous firmament of my
fervent and undying love,
You are, without a speck of
suspicion, a shy, sincere and shiny Moon,
That unceasingly bestows upon me
more lights of affinity, felicity and fidelity than a Dove,
That is better known for its eternal
cascading of peace, and everlasting bliss raining boon!
Thus, who can deny, 'O MLPG' that I
am grateful to you for your infinite Bounty,
But for which I would have been 'a
hallmark of hollowness', and 'a grain chaffy and empty'?
*MLPG: MY LOVELY PYARI GUDIYA
Copyright: Shankar D Mishra 29.07.21
O MLPG! YOU ARE MY BEST EVER GIFT.
O MLPG! With the least ambiguity,
you are my best ever Gift,
Without which I would've been an
aimless and bewildered ship without rudder,
I would've been a chopper without a
propeller, and a skyscraper without a lift,
And in the uncertain and perilous
bivouac of life, I would've been a vanquished soldier!
O MLPG! With the least obscurity,
your unmatched love, is my richest chest,
Without which I would've been a
fallen Star with neither shine nor gleam,
My infinite Oceans of joy would've
been a pale, precarious and desolate steam,
Even in the most luxurious and
furnished palace I would've neither sleep nor rest!
*MLPG: My Lovely Pyari Gudiya
Copyright Shankar D Mishra
01.08.2021
Wishing you a "Happy Friendship
Day"!
O MY LOVE! YOU ARE ONE OF THE FINEST
FABRICS OF THE NATURELOOM.
O my Love! You are one of the finest
fabrics of the Natureloom,
For, in your blithe presence a
billion buds of Beauty so wilfully bloom!
Never do the dark blinds dare to
fall, or sadness sadistically looms,
For, on your august arrival, gallops
away all the agonising glooms!
O my Love! You are one of the
beatific beads of Nature's diamond rings,
Your Monalisan vivacity maddens
millions of monarchs, emperors, and kings!
You are a rare model of fairness for
the connoisseurs of aesthetic excellence,
Ah! Without you, Beauty lacks soon
much of Its inherent and inevitable essence.
Ah! A quick and gleeful glance of
yours, a world of beatitude brings,
Through your magical vocal chord, a
melodious Nightingale sings,
At your heavenly touch a cuckoo's
symphony resonates and rings,
Oh! Yours being in one's life is,
irrefutably, one of enviable blessings!
Thus, I thank you not more than He
Who has moulded meticulously for me you,
Who has made you to remain in my heart
forever, like dew drops fresh and new!
Copyright: Dr. Shankar D Mishra
10.10.2021
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DUSSEHRA – A SYMBOL OF POETIC
JUSTICE
Dussehra proclaims the death of evil
and malevolent spirits,
It blows aloud the triumphant conch
of Poetic Justice!
It puts a delectable fullstop to the
reign of horror and terror,
It assures the crippled-oppressed of
the end of tyrannous fear !
Dussehra ushers in a long awaited
dawn of sanguine light,
It relieves the innocent of their
inexplicable pain and plight!
It showers profusely permanent
peace, prosperity and delight,
Yes, It blesses Victory to the
minority Just, Honest and Right!
O Maa Durga! Let Dussehra not lose
its real purpose and fervour
Suffocated by the vain and
ostentatious pomp, and irreligious river!
Let it not be an opportune moment
for some to extract cheap mileage
Let it not bestow some with an
unwanted and uncalled for privilege!
Let it herald lasting harmony and
happiness for the coming days
Let it lead all, with true devotion,
Your fathomless Mercy, to praise!
© Dr. Shankar D Mishra 15.10.2021
O MY LOVE! I AM IN PIOUS LOVE WITH
YOUR SUBLIME SOUL.
O my Love! I am not in love with
your mundane, mutable and mischievous skin,
That is Pre-destined, one day or the
other, to travel to Nature's decomposition bin,
That normally seduces the common
multitude to a fleeting pleasure, and remorseful sin;
But, I am in constant love with your
unspoilt Soul, that is indeed pure, pristine and divine!
O my Love! I am not in love with
your rosy lips and dimple cheeks,
That are preordained, one day or the
other, to mingle with the Nature's creeks,
That usually intoxicate the carnal
impulses to suck the wine of sense gratification;
But, I am in consistent love with
your sweet, sublime Soul, that is past any contamination!
O my Love! I am not in love with
your bulgy buttocks and bulbous breasts,
That are foredoomed, one day or the
other, to perish as Nature's all mortal guests,
That generally madden the lewd water
fleas as the bliss-baneful fire tempts the moths greedy, frenzied;
But, I am in pious love with your
Elysian Soul, that can, by no force, either be killed or be buried!
Thus, may my love, O my Love, be
treasured with love for the sake of love alone,
And may all other emotions such as
fear, doubt and apprehension be put to oblivion!
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Copyright: Dr. Shankar D Mishra
16.11.2021
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LET A REAL COMPANION NEVER BE
FORSAKEN!
A real companion accompanies you
when the selfish world insensitively abandons you,
He strives heart and soul to cut
your woes; and to multiply your happiness, unlike a few!
He becomes the very Staff that
supports you when you are about to hopelessly fall,
He turns for you the very Vision to
view, when That is callously plucked out by all!
Even though your real companion is
too poor to fetch you the needs you require,
His moral support, at the time of
your crisis, is invaluable and rare!
Despite being penniless, he proves
more useful to you than all material wealth,
For, he sacrifices his life without
fear or greed so that you can dodge death!
A real companion's compassion
compels you to give up despair and dejection,
His rays of optimism brightens the
darkest gorges in your crumbling life!
In his August presence, flee fast
destitution, desolation, isolation and negation,
In his absence, you are vigourless,
hopeless, desperate and vanquished in life's strife!
Thus, let a real companion never be
mistaken, shaken and forsaken,
Else, he returns never again even if
you shed remorseful tears of an ocean!
N.B. This poem is based on the
philosophy of Lord Krishna in the Hindi serial Radhekrishna.
Copyright: Dr. Shankar D Mishra
18.11.2021
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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: Dr. Shankar D Mishra
19.11.2021
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TRUE LOVE IS A PERENNIAL STREAM……
No Swords of Obstacles are sharp
enough,
To slice off the enduring Bond of
True Love!
No Gales of Obstructions are
powerful enough,
To put out the unflickering Beacon
of True Love!
No Humps of Impediments are tall
enough,
To slow down the unstoppable Pace of
True Love!
No Tempests of Bitterness are strong
enough,
To tumble the unyielding Orchard of
True Love!
No Winds of Adversity are cold
enough,
To freeze the transparent Lake of
True Love!
No Venom of Intrusion is effective
enough,
To spoil the pious Milk of True
Love!
Let, by no Negative Forces, the True
Lovers ever shiver!
Let the perennial and sparkling
Stream of True Love flow forever!
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O GOD! MAY MY PRAYER BE KINDLY
HEEDED TO.....
O God! Let me never learn by heart
the art of pretext or pretension,
Let me never live on the fulsome
food of falsehood or fabrication,
Let me never deal with the dastardly
curriculum of depravity or discrimination,
Let me never dip in a calumnious
confluence of diplomacy, duplicacy or degradation!
O God! Let me never dog the
deplorable steps of treacherous Mir Jafar,
Let me never lurk in the dubious
dark for a credulous bait or an undeserving offer,
Let me never toil to vanquish Dario
Cecchini in blasphemous butchery,
Let me never strive to surpass the
salacious and ill famous Byron in debauchery!
O God! Let me never fancy to
overshadow the abominable Adolf in ruthlessness,
Let me never garb myself with Asha
Ram, or Ram Rahim or Sarathi Baba's dirty dresses,
Let me never chase mirage-like money
to satiate the thirst of a gullible deer,
Let me never embark on a Vasco da
Gaman voyage to meet You as You are most near!
O God! May my prayer be kindly
heeded to with a Mother 's Heart, full of love, pity and care,
Else I'll surely perish like a
barb-shot swan, or like a fish "Out of the frying pan into the fire!"
Mir Jafar: Mir Jafar remains a
controversial figure in Indian history and has become a symbol of intimate
betrayal and treachery among Bengalis.
Dario Cecchini: Dario Cecchini (born
1955) is a leading contemporary internationally known Italian butcher from
Panzano in the Chianti region of Italy.
Adolf Hitler : Adolf Hitler was an
Austrian-born German politician who was the dictator of Germany from 1933 until
his death in 1945. He rose to power as the leader of the Nazi Party,[a]
becoming the chancellor in 1933 and then assuming the title of Führer und
Reichskanzler in 1934.[b] During his dictatorship, he initiated World War II in
Europe by invading Poland on 1 September 1939. He was closely involved in
military operations throughout the war and was central to the perpetration of
the Holocaust, the genocide of about six million Jews and millions of other
victims.
Asha Ram, or Ram Rahim or Sarathi
Baba: The trio, the self proclaimed Sadhus or Babas, hail from different parts
of India, but have been jailed after being found involved in various immoral
activities.
Vasco da Gama: Vasco da Gama was a
Portuguese explorer and the first European to reach India by sea.
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Bhubaneswar, India 25.11.2021
O MY LOVE! LET ME.....
O my Love! Let me bathe beneath the
sprinkling showers of your warm love:
To soothe the seething flames of my
ardent heart's burning stove,
To cool the boiling bubbles in the
tub of my strong emotions on my mind's furnace,
To comfort my parched skin, as the
Summer soil, by your serene embrace!
O my Love! Let me swim in the sweet
Sea of your deep and delicious love:
To explore legions of your untouched
and pristine regions,
To suck sugary solace, and quench my
thirsty, restive throb,
To relish Ambrosia like a hungry and
greedy butterfly in all seasons!
O my Love! Let me drown myself in
your chaste Ocean of fathomless love:
To dive head long until I have
reached the bottom of your jolly heart,
To mingle myself with you until we
have discovered life's greatest Art,
Until we have been able, the
toughest ever puzzle, to blissfully solve!
Copyright: Dr. Shankar D Mishra
27.11.2021
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WHAT IS WHAT FOR YOU MAY NOT BE THAT
FOR OTHER
What is left for you,
May be right for other.
What is dark for you
May be light for other.
What is down for you,
May be up for other.
What is a night for you,
May be a day for other.
What is East for you,
May be West for other.
What is the worst for you,
May be the best for other.
What is bitter for you,
May be sweet for other.
What is a harsh cacophony for you,
May be a pleasing tweet for other.
What is ugly for you,
May be lovely for other.
What is a part for you,
May be the whole for other.
What is a pain for you,
May be a pleasure for other.
What is a shame for you,
May be a treasure for other.
What is pungent for you,
May be delicious for other.
What is malicious for you,
May be scrumptious for other.
What is dust for you,
May be powder for other.
What is centre for you,
May be border for other.
What is a loss for you,
May be a gain for other.
What is an ass for you,
May be a plane for other.
What is odd for you,
May be even for other.
What is a hell for you,
May be a heaven for other.
Thus, what is what for you,
May not be that for other.
It is silly to weigh all on the same
scale
What may not necessarily be meant
for other.
© Dr. Shankar D Mishra 28.11.2021
Email id: shankardmishrapoet@mail.com
YES, I AM A MODERN MACAVITY.
Yes, I am a biped, modern Macavity:
An ignominious centre of macabre and
guilt,
A tautology for despicable
depravity,
Oh! On my filthy back all illegal
towers are built!
No human law is strong enough for me
to capture,
I am born to disobey, snatch, rob,
sin and torture!
With utmost care and sincerity, all
the offensive buds I tend and nurture,
Yes, my insensitivity hides are too
tough for the Conscience bullet to puncture!
I can effortlessly divert, distort,
deteriorate and dominate the rest,
I can elusively inject, infect,
pervert, run away and infest!
I can breach all the moral norms,
yet prove myself innocent and best,
I can digest all the crimes to win,
by hook or by crook, my mundane life's Test!
But, alas, I can hardly deceive and
dodge the unblinking eyes of Time,
He is ever vigilant and never
partial to spare me for my unforgivable Crime!
N.B: Sources of
information:Wikipedia
Macavity is a fictional character
who is described in a poem in Old Possum's Book of Practical Cats, by T. S.
Eliot. He also appears in Cats, the Andrew Lloyd Webber musical.
Etymology of the name Edit
The name Macavity is a pun by T. S.
Eliot, on the names of several characters from other works of literature :
Macheath, a supervillain who appears both in John Gay's The Beggar's Opera, its
sequel Polly and roughly 200 years later as Mack the Knife[citation needed] in
The Threepenny Opera written by Bertolt Brechtand Kurt Weill in 1928,
macuahuitl, the Aztec obsidian sword,[citation needed] and Moriarty, the
surname of a supervillain-scientist from the Sherlock Holmes stories by Arthur
Conan Doyle[1]. Lastly, the word 'cavity' implies a hole or void or absence of
something, and he is described in the poem as being "not there" at
the time or location of any crime.
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03.12.2021
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RESEMBLANCE BETWEEN A WOMAN AND A
ROSE
A woman and a Rose resemble in
beauty, softness, charm, grace and fragrance,
They unquestionably excel in their
respective unobtrusive passive resistance;
Life to them equally stands for
service, hospitality, humility and sacrifice,
Dedication and devotion ever teach
them to lead a life without greed or avarice!
Both ever selflessly toil hard to
make men happy despite being bloodily kissed,
Both ever strive heart and soul so
that their seeker's solace should not be missed,
Both enjoy life bleeding to get
their men's all missions well accomplished,
Sleeping on the beds of thorns of
manifold untold hardships, still content and blissed!
©️ Dr. Shankar D Mishra Bhubaneswar,
Odisha, India 04.12.2021
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O MY MONALISA!
O my Monalisa! Alas! Without you, I
am indeed a precarious pauper,
Turns stale and tasteless my hot and
scrumptious supper,
The fragrance of the blooms of my
bliss turns foul and odorous,
The mesmerizing music of showers
fail to spur to dance my peacock joyous!
O my Monalisa! Alas! Without you,
the main root of my hope soon withers,
The twins of doldrums and
despondency cut off my enthusiasm bird's feathers,
The elation of my moony night gets
darkened by an eclipse of insignificancy,
The bounding brook of my bouyancy
meets abruptly with a river of sad stagnancy!
O my Monalisa! Alas! Without you,
the shining sapphires turn shaggy, palid pebbles,
The scent of the sandalwoods seems
too commonplace as that of the bland brambles,
The melodies of the koyels turn as
drab, raucous and harsh as that of the crows,
The sunny days are replaced by the
dark nights; and the sweetest smiles by sourest sorrows!
How can then I, O my Monalisa, think
of an inconceivable separation from you,
For, how can the lonely oxygen of my
life exude water without the inevitable H2?
Copyright: Dr. Shankar D Mishra,
Bhubaneswar, Odisha, India
08.12.201
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O CAPTAIN! NO CAPTAIN!
O Captain! No Captain! You can't
leave us marooned, and abandon,
You can't, with your saddest and
gloomiest departure, make us forlorn!
You can't urge us to rely, "A
darkest and longest night fell at a foggy, cloudy noon!"
We too can't accept the sourest
Bane, that was less than a year ago a sweetest Boon!
O Captain! No Captain! You can't
depart just before the victory vessel is ashore,
You can't, when you should soar at
the highest altitude, lie like a log on the floor!
You can't compel us to recite an
elegy while the chorus is rehearsing a Triumph Song,
You can't go so early, or we will
wail and our arch rivals will revel and grow strong!
O Captain! No Captain! Time can't be
so cruel so as to separate you from us,
Ah! Mother India can't bear to be
bereaved of another Vikram Sarabhai or Bose!
Thus, O Captain! Do wake up at this
instant to assure this to us all:
"I had an urgent meeting with
God with regard to our Country's safety and integrity,
And, I will soon alight from the IAF
Mi-17V5 helicopter with His missives celestial,
To join duty with more gallantry,
devotion, allegiance, patriotism and sincerity!"
N. B. This poem, inspired by Walt
Whitman's elegy, "O Captain! My Captain" is dedicated to late General
Bipin Rawat, India's first CDS (Chief of Defence Staff) who, along with his
wife Madhulika Rawat, an Army Brigadier, and ten others perished when an Indian
Air Force (IAF) Mi-17V5 helicopter carrying them crashed into a heavily wooded
area of the Coonoor ghat in the Nilgiris in western Tamil Nadu on Wednesday
afternoon, at about 12.20 pm on 8th December,2021.
Copyright: Dr. Shankar D Mishra
Bhubaneswar, Odisha, India 09.12.2021
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A BIRTHDAY WISH FOR MY LOVE
O my Love! May every moment in your
life be 'A Happy Birthday',
May your life be blessed with the
Sun's most rapturous ray,
May it be bestowed with the sweet
serenity of the Full Moon,
May it ever be a Spring for your
blissful heart's cuckoo to croon!
O my Love! May God replenish your
life's bin with as much glee as the Daffodils'
May He garnish your Cosmos of hopes
with abundance as the five Seas He fills!
May the lotuses of smiles bloom on
your luscious lips, and may the water lilies,
Embellish your ambrosial cheeks with
enduring charms, O one of the prettiest fairies!
O my Love! May the Panacean showers
of Peace drench you for felicity,
May Goddess Laxmi smile on you and
rain on you Her infinite drops of prosperity,
May you be blessed to be an
inspiring paragon of purity, honesty, loyalty and chastity,
May your rarest footprints be
followed by your tribes with love and devotion for eternity!
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Bhubaneswar, India 11.12.2021
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FRIENDSHIP
Hark! Friendship is a rarely seen
sheltering and caring Tree,
That everyone shall eagerly and
unquestionably agree!
Lo! It demands the least while it
offers a lot more,
It’s a modest apparel, that all
ought to, in life, wear!
Hark! Friendship is a salvaging Ship
that ferries us across life’s Sea,
Of the interminable Cycles of birth
and death!
Oh! It blesses both bountifully like
Portia’s Heavenly Mercy,
Only who have in “It” an unflinching
and unfathomable faith!
Friendship is a Panacean Stuff,
scarcely sold anywhere, or bought,
It is found to those who are
fortunate enough with a unique lot!
Yes, It’s a Compassionate Camel of
the destitute and desolate desert,
It is bestowed by God only upon the
fair, unassuming and the desert!
Thus, let’s all be resolved to
cherish to nurture and nourish It,
It’s as simple as A, B, C if we both
will, with a pure heart, a little bit!
Copyright ©️Dr. Shankar D Mishra,
Bhubaneswar, Odisha, India 16.12.20121
TILLERS
Tillers are the Fillers,
Hunger pang healers!
Rolling under the pulverizing penury
Rollers,
They feed the worldwide Rulers,
Millers and Sellers!
But, alas, Tillers are the soft,
easy and innocent preys,
Even if they radiate the Earth with
their hard earned grain Rays,
By the honest sweat of their brows
all moments, nights and days;
For, being the Victims of
Exploitation is their only rewarded wage!
Then, who can mitigate the Tillers’ soundless
and ever seething pain,
Who can clean their misery-stricken
malnutrition drain,
Who can feel the inaudible beats of
their crippled and anxious hearts,
And, who can, indeed, play under the
Sun, their ever unplayable parts?
Then, when will our dormant society
honour their honest labours,
When will our shrewd Minority cease
showing to them the virtual favours,
When will our civilized Masses stop
sucking the Earth's costliest blood donors,
And when will our Law Abiders end
hoodwinking the Globe's legitimate Owners?
Alas! Only legions of lip assurances
and oceans of pen compassions,
Can't be adequate enough for one of
the most awaited permanent solutions!
Copyright: Dr. Shankar D Mishra,
Bhubaneswar, Odisha, India
23.12.2021
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MY CHRISTMAS WISH, O GOD!
O God! Let me first be a student
meek, obedient and humble,
Let my thoughts, like the Water of
the Ganges, be clean, pure and noble!
Let my actions, like the obnoxious
germs, never be ugly and abominable,
So that in the miry pond of life, l
may bloom, like a Lotus bright and appreciable!
O God! Let me first be a Teacher
well versed, disciplined and modest,
Let me own a virtuous character,
what is a must for all, to pass life's Ultimate Test!
Let me never be, for my fellow
beings, either a water hyacinth or a pestering pest,
So that I may please You to be
blessed, at last, with peace, contentment and Rest!
O God! Let me first be a human being
sincerest, strictest and staunchest,
Let me never deviate, for the cheap,
remorseful gains, from my Just pursuit, and Right Quest!
Let me, till my last breath,
tirelessly toil and persistently perspire my honest sweat,
That may succour me, in the long
run, to get a rare ticket to enter Your Heaven's Gate!
Copyright ©️ Dr Shankar D Mishra,
Bhubaneswar, Odisha, India 25.12.2021
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THE CONCEPT OF A NEW YEAR
What do you mean by a New Year?
It's only one of the steps of Time
that lie bare for all of us to share;
It approaches punctually to be
trodden with love, sincerity and care,
It preaches us to preserve prowess,
and forgo lethargy, fatigue and fear.
What do you mean by a New Year?
It's only one of the uncountable
hairs on a hard dark skull;
It comes spontaneously to flourish
like the compatriots other,
And quietly return to the final
Abode as the former unnoticed fall.
What do you mean by a New Year?
It's only one of the sea's
ceaseless, swelling surges;
It's resolved and determinate,
against all odds, to reach the shore,
Before receding, with the Absolute
it obediently mingles and merges.
What do you mean by a New Year?
It's only one of the leaves of the
Book of the ever rolling and unspoilt Time;
That is, since time immemorial, open
before all eyes to read and remember,
"Vice is venomous and
perishable, but vital is Virtue in Veracity’s permanent regime.
What do you mean by a new year?
It's only the amongst innumerable
stars a Sun;
That restlessly and selflessly
teaches us ever "Scorch sins to light your Souls, my dear,
Or else, your bleak world of gloom
and guilt will bring forth your instant ruination.
What do you mean by a new year?
It's nothing other than a concept of
the mind;
It transcends the horizons of the
Old and New, hence, do solemnly swear:
"I'll, like Ben Adhem, love
fellow men, live for the world and save the mankind."
Copyright ©️ Dr Shankar D Mishra,
Bhubaneswar, Odisha, India
31.12.2012
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AN EXAMPLE ON SUPERSTITION
Father used to perform Shradha
annually
To pay to ancestors a token of love,
respect and homage
With all prescribed rites and solemnity.
He would never fail to cover up cats
the unruly
Lest they should profane the
offerings causing impurity.
Alas! The son was least aware of the
cats’ episode at an early age.
After father’s demise as he grew up
to practise the same
The most abiding son left no stone
unturned
But, alas! Now there were no cats,
and what a shame!
He urged his wife and kids ignorant
and unlearned:
“Go out and fetch the complements to
be baskets under
Else, I’ll shirk, Shradha will be
incomplete and sin I’ll incur!”
No sooner did the kids return, after
a sweating search, with the cats
Than the anxious father, beamed with
a smug smile, uttered ‘Congrats!’
* complements – the literal meaning
is without which something/someone is incomplete. Here ‘cats’ are the
complements.
* Shradha – annual functions as
offerings, with Vedic rituals and worshippings, to the souls of the deceased of
the paternal or maternal family
YES, BEAUTY BLUSHES AT THY BEAUTIFUL
GLANCE!
Ah! Thy succulent apple-like cheeks,
Irresistibly invite me for a sweet
kiss!
At thy bud-like lithe and pink lips,
My relishing heart ever ardently
peeps!
At thy pitch, velvety and silky
eyebrows,
Sky high my lusty Love flame
steadily blows!
Thy new-born leaf-like tender chin,
Does beckon me to leap upon it and
lean!
Ah! Thy spongey, captivating and
chaste chest,
Adorably and enviably seems to me
the very best!
It swiftly steals my sleep, and
quickly robs my rest,
Ah! It insists me on to make you my
life's eternal Guest!
Yes, Beauty shyly blushes at thy
beautiful glance,
To have thee in one's life is surely
a celestial chance!
Copyright: Shankar D Mishra
19.04.2018
TO THE CUCKOO - THE ETERNAL FLUTE OF
NATURE!
O the eternal and euphoric Flute of
Mother Nature!
Thou ceasest never thy symphonic
shower,
Thou dost bless the Earth with thy
ethereal rapture,
Thou dost compel the common
commotions to cower!
Oh! Thy mesmerizing melody from the
dawn,
Doth keep enthusing the earthlings
till sets the Sun!
The unhealthy and unpleasant worldly
honks can't rip,
Thy strong and serene serenade's
imperturbable grip!
Since the beginning, men do come,
and men do go,
But, thou wilt continue thy
celestial singing show!
Nothing can stoppeth thee from thy
spellbinding entertaining,
For, thou art the mundane music
world's the ever unrivalled King!
O the unmoved and unswerving
Creature of Nature!
The Earth bows before thee, for thou
art the best Guide and Teacher!
Should the mankind practise an ounce
of thy inimitable nature,
The Earth shall be a Heaven, and the
poor terrestrials shall be richer!
Copyright: Shankar D Mishra
23.04.2018
LET'S ALL LEARN FROM THE KOREAN
UNION!
Yes, no animosity is too bitter,
To last for eternity and forever!
The glaring example of it,
Is the last devastating Korean War!
The rigid and rasping rancour of
over Six Decades,
Got, yesterday, dissolved in a few
unforgettable seconds,
As hugged the two hands and embraced
the two State-Heads,
After they swore to stop the gory
and brutal bloodsheds!
Let's all today learn solemnly, at
the earliest, to do our utmost and best:
To plant the saplings of Love to
elongate the breath of the Earth,
To shut the factories of
intolerance, envy, weapons and wrath,
We should, before too long,
blatantly and blindly end ourselves lest!
Let's all learn without fail from
the incredible and ecstatic Korean Union:
"Love, the ultimate Saviour of
the Earth, leads the rest in the long run!"
Copyright: Shankar D Mishra
28.04.2018
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LET'S TAKE AN OATH ON THE HOLY
BUDDHA PURNIMA DAY!
Let's receive a redeeming Ray of
light,
From the luminous Light of Asia;
Let's sip a delicious, decisive
draught,
From His Enlightenment Ambrosia!
Let's ever practise His principle of
Universal Fraternity,
Let's love and respect the whole
humanity;
Let's douse the flames evil forces
with the cooling water of healing compassion,
Let's destroy, with peaceful arms,
the devils of violence, and deadly discrimination!
Let's live like the helping props
for the needy and the crippled,
Let's be the relieving supports for
the destitute creepers disabled;
Let's sprinkle the rare Nectar of
Love in the disintegrating society,
Let's ward off hatred, spite,
exploitation, pain, fear and anxiety!
Let's take this solemn oath on the
holy Buddha Purinma Day,
Let's seriously mould our subtle
minds of very raw and delicate clay!
Before it rains cats and dogs, let's
now sensibly make hay,
With the warmth and heat of what
Lord Buddha does say!
N.B.: Buddha is called the Light of
Asia.
Copyright: Shankar D Mishra
30.04.2018
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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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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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FOR THE THEISTS, "I AM IN
EVERYTHING, AND NOW HERE!"
You can perceive Me in the relishing
relief as well as in the excruciating pain,
You can feel Me in the tumultuous
tempest as well as in the sweet, soothing rain!
You can find Me when you are
blissfully glad as well as when you are morose,
You can cognize Me the pinches a
piece of pin as well as when dances gleefully a rose!
You can perceive My presence at the
Everest peak as well as at the bottom of the Seas,
You can hear Me in the melody of the
cuckoo as well as in the droning of the bees!
You can feel Me among the thickest
and the remotest clouds in the flight,
You can find Me in the dense
darkness as well as in delightful light!
You can perceive Me in the deadly
diseases as well as in the reviving remedies,
You can feel Me in the heart rending
cries as well as in the spell-binding melodies!
You can find Me in the devastating
disasters as well as in the honeyed heydays,
You can cognize Me inside the
shallow pots as well as inside the unfathomable Bays!
Thus, for the atheists "I am in
nothing, and nowhere! "
While for the theists, "I am in
everything, and now here!"
Copyright: Shankar D Mishra
23.07.2018
THAT’S WHY THOU ART CALLED GURU.
O the Great and Unique Redeemer of
the Universe!
Nothing in the prodigious
contrivance of the Theo
Is so heavy as Thou art which thy
very ‘Label’ infers.
O the sole Dispeller of the whole
darkness of ignorance!
Thou art made up of unusual
ingredients and stuffs
To revive the dormant, spread peace
and knowledge enhance.
O the charismatic Remover of the
perturbed public pains!
No mundane medicines can be as
panacean as Thine
To eliminate desire and render
relief from the rigid chains.
O the Divine Delegate on the
transitory earth!
Neither do I eulogise nor Flatter,
Thanks Lord Krishna!
To prompt me to pen what’s only the
sooth.
O the transcendental Torch Bearer of
my long loose life!
I beg nothing but Thy grace to
vanquish this interminable strife.
N.B: THE FULL FORM OF GURU: Great
and Unique Redeemer of the Universe
For lack of time, I am extremely
sorry for being unable to give the meanings of difficult words. Please bear
with my helplessness.
©Shankar D Mishra 05.09.2018
WHEN AND WHY DOES A CROWN TUMBLE
DOWN?
When the Driver of Democratic State,
Gets driven by bureaucratic
obstinacy and discrimination,
Whither does the deprived
passengers' Fate
Head to? Towards an inexplicable
destitution!
When the Driver of a Welfare State,
Dictates as a ferocious and blind river
in spate,
What befalls the suppressed,
repressed and hapless masses?
They are destined to be drowned
beneath the suffocating waves' lashes!
When the Protector of a sovereign
Fence turns its persecutor,
Pursuing the the footprints of an
unkind and autocratic Hitler;
What should be the outcome of such a
dictator deaf, dumb and tall?
His confident Crown must tumble
down, and his selfish Sceptre must fall.
Then, what is the fit lesson for his
Kinsmen and Successors?
They shall never dare to incur their
kind Kingmakers' Curse.
Copyright: Shankar D Mishra
25.09.2018
AN IMARAT OF FALSEHOOD
Hark! It's incredibly true that an
Imarat of Falsehood endures not for good,
For, it takes no time to tumble and
turn into debris in front of a breeze gentle,
To put its bragging Architect into a
scathing shame, deep loss and agonizing stress mental,
Even if, from a distance, it looks
lustrous, luxurious and alluring to be sillily misunderstood!
Hark! An Imarat of Falsehood is
without the slightest qualm and suspicion,
Built on the foundations of
hallucination by a foolish and remorse wooing perception,
Which lasts lesser an instant than a
bubble does only to feed his fleeting reverie,
And leads him to land at length on a
hellish
Purgatory to suffer to redeem for good!
So, O God! Let me be bounteously
blessed with a humblest hut of truth and honesty;
That'll be resistant to the
deadliest rains, the coldest hails and the grimmest quakes,
Which can mock the Fury of the
nuclear fission that blasts the globe and wrecks,
Where will ever prevail bliss,
beatitude, peace and transcendental tranquility!
*Endures not for good - does not
last long
Tumble - fall
Copyright: Shankar D Mishra
27.12.2020
MY FIRST POEM OF 2021
SHOULD THIS TREND CHANGE......
Isn't it right the goods or the
fabrics they are made from or of,
Are nothing but the same,
Yet, we are stubbornly and gullibly
fascinated and caught hold of,
By the gaudy and dazzling wrappers
of a so called unaffordable, imported brand name?
Alas! Our same extravagant and
prodigal hands tremble, stagger and shake,
As soon as begs us an anxious beggar
for alms; or beseeches a Sadhu or a Fakir,
To gift generously for the former's
starved family's empty stomachs' sake,
Or, to donate the latter so much
freely for Charity, Pooja, Bhog, or Prasad Khir!
Should this incorrigible trend tend
to change fast after the year Two Thousand Twenty,
Heaven can't be a distant and an
inaccessible place on Earth, I will avouch with guarantee.
Copyright: Shankar D Mishra
02.01.2021
O MY LOVE! LET'S SOAR FASTER.
O my Love! Let's soar to a State
faster than light, and higher than the clouds,
Where, the din of the mundane
worries and anxieties, the sweet serenity shrouds,
Where we can quench our thirsts
drinking the delicious draughts of Elysian ecstasy,
Where we can mitigate our hearts'
hunger forever guzzling the elixir of peace!
O my Love! Let's soar sooner to a
realm to heal our wounds of worries with our panacea of Love,
To relieve ourselves of the ominous
glares reclining and rejoicing on the chariot of Dove,
To solve smoothly, with our
foolproof startegies and stratagems, life's inscrutable mystery,
To forget forever the sores of
sorrows singing blissfully the ballads of our Love's victory;
Yes, O my Love, to get rid of tedious
monotony, and humdrum hallucinogen,
And to befriend beatitude; embrace
euphoria as the eternal denizens of Heaven!
Glossary
din - noise
Elysian ecstasy - heavenly happiness
guzzling - eating too much
elixir - nectar, ambrosia, amrut
ominous glares - inauspicious/unholy
look
reclining - relaxing
rejoicing - feeling a great joy
stratagems - plans
inscrutable - hard to understand or
interpret
ballad - a song that tells a story
monotony - dullness, cheerlessness
humdrum - boring
hallucinogen - a substance that
produces hallucinations/illusions
beatitude - a state of utmost bliss
or joy
euphoria - happiness
denizens - dwellers, citizens
Copyright: Shankar D Mishra
06.01.2021
AN AHMED'S ARDENT APPEAL TO MUHAMMAD
(1)
O God! Will You be kind enough to
make me one of the biggest Oceans,
So that I can drink all the mundane
waters of filth, toxins and bitterness,
So that I can constantly contribute
most to the ceaseless cycles of life rendering rains,
So that the Mother Earth can put on
more green costumes, that every life sustains?
O God! Will You be kind enough to
make me one of the tallest mountains,
So that I can hear calmly the
deafening thunders of life's complaints,
So that I can bear with patiently
the rage of the lightning that chars, dents and faints,
So that I can become a holy home to
the fauna and flora, minerals, gems and Saints?
O God! Will You be kind enough to
make me one of the brightest Stars,
So that I can keep myself burning to
dispel darkness and generate light,
So that all the glooms of vicious
spirits can be vanquished easily in life's stiff fight,
So that I will never be cursed for
my evil deeds to suffer till eternity behind the bars?
Copyright: Shankar D Mishra
07.01.2021
TO AN ETHEREAL ANGEL UPON THE
EMERALD WAVES.....
Oh! Upon the emerald waves of
serenity,
Dost thou tread, like an ethereal
Angel, in pursuit of an Ambrosian bliss;
Moving far away from the mundane
mire and sordid morbidity,
To mingle with Immortality
cherishing an unwavering wish!
Oh! The picturesque beauty of the
yonder horizon,
Fills thy euphoric heart with peace,
harmony and elation;
Thou dost seem adoring the Nature's
inscrutable Creation,
And pay Her thy utmost obesciance
with the sincerest submission!
But, thou hast, o my Love, become a
brimming Stream of joy for my dreaming heart,
Thou hast, with thy infinitely
blissful company, like a soft, soothing breeze, brought,
Me the smiles of blithe blossoms;
the shines of the Full Moon, and the solace of Salvation,
Thus, dost thou say, o my Love! How
canst thou be, like a nightmare, thrown into oblivion?
Copyright: Shankar D Mishra
18.01.2021
BETRAYAL
Betrayal is a treacherous, lethal
snake-bite from the back,
Until stinging, it keeps the
vulnerable prey in the fatal dark.
Its deadly teeth are sharper than
those of a giant shark.
Once caught in its mortal grip, it’s
too tough to inch back!
Betrayal keeps the prey under
susceptible infatuation,
It casts on him an unwary, alluring,
hypnotic fascination,
It clamps its viciously entrancing,
enticing stamp on him,
Until his last breath, it enthralls
him with a sham charm!
The portrayal of betrayal is
tedious, tiresome and tough,
Cheaters adorn themselves with this
hideous slough.
They hoodwink the innocent by their
hallucinatory game.
Oh! They are devoid of scruple,
pity, humanity and shame!
Hark! To keep yourselves immune to
this baneful betrayal,
You must neither be credulous nor be
easily gullible.
You must stop thinking that all
types of oil is edible,
You must learn to be more mature,
sensible and practical.
The betrayers must be timely picked
and duly pricked,
They must be taught an unforgettable
and lasting lesson,
They must be chastised for a revived
and refined incarnation,
To protect the innocuous from being
perfidiously kicked.
* chastised –punished * innocuous –
innocent * perfidiously - falsely
© Dr. Shankar D Mishra 20.10.2021
HOW REAL THE MODERN MAN'S LOVE FOR
THE ENVIRONMENT IS?
Oh! Our sham Love and phony Concerns
for the Environment is so much,
That for a bed or a door, we either
cut a Eucalyptus, or a Teak tree touch!
We substitute soil spoiling urea in
place of Compost, for fast, abundant Yields,
And we fondly poison with the deadly
pesticides our ever venerable Fields!
Oh! So much our forged Love and
feigned Affection for the Environment is,
That we wantonly hunt the animals
and birds for food as well as for infinite pleasure!
To construct a solid concrete and
tiled jungle we mercilessly fell countless tress,
We erase hills and mountains by
bombing and bulldozing as we shave with a razor!
Oh! We have so much pseudo Love for
and hollow Affinity with the Environment,
That we can't spare Fridge, Flight,
DJ for a second, for comfort and entertainment!
To be the Super Powers, we exhaust
the mines; manufacture the ghastliest weapons,
And ever purify the Rivers, Seas and
Oceans with the sewage and affluent in tons!
Whose Love for the Environment can
then be more real than the Modern Humans'?
Who else can match Man's platonic
Romance with the Environment even in an ounce!
Copyright: Dr. Shankar D Mishra
22.10.2021
I HAVE STILL BEEN WAITING FOR THAT
DIWALI NIGHT.
Oh ! I have still been waiting for
that delightful Diwali night,
When there will be no dark fumes of
crackers but Diya light;
There will be no grave growls and
heinous howls of noise-nuisance-Devils,
There will be no more hazardous,
polluted pleasures and man made toxic Evils!
Oh ! I have still been waiting for
that delicious Diwali night,
When the rampant ignorance will no
longer put Knowledge in plight;
When the real sense of celebration
is no longer spoilt by explosions,
When there will be no more
tormenting the vital Ozone Layer's erosions !
Oh ! I have still been waiting for
that harmless Diwali night,
When there will no more be the
reigns of deafening Ogres at sight;
When there will be a much relieving
release of the choked Nature,
When men will be ecstatic by ending
others' pain by lending heavenly rapture !
Thus, let's all say 'No' to a wild
and destructive Diwali celebration,
Let's illuminate, like Diyas, for a
long and sound life of the whole creation !
Copyright: Dr. Shankar D Mishra
03.11.2021
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WHEN YOU GROW OLD!
When the chilly and shivering winds
of your old age starts to blow,
When the sprightly and leaping
spring of your vivacious youth ceases to flow,
When the midday sun of your enviable
Beauty sets slowly to low,
When all the false, fleeting and
fallacious flatterers quit you alone to go,
You will feel ruefully then the
never fading beacon of my True Love still steadily glow!
Oh! When you bend down under the
burdens of old age infirmities and remorse,
When you walk like a snail, leaning
on a staff, O the bygone days' blooming Rose,
When you stand, like a stranded
ship, on your solitary verandah to view the kids' plays and soars,
When you bless the newly married
couples to begin in life a blissful course,
You will feel ruefully then that the
never drying sky of my True Love still selflessly pours!
Oh! When you overhear every night
your son solicit your daughter in law in vain,
"Please stop replying to your
old chats, and resuming your new ones, for it's already four and ten!"
When she retorts rudely then,
"Ah! I can no longer listen to your clichéd complaints again and
again!"
You will feel ruefully then, "O
that I, too, in my youth, had listened to my Yeats' advice to avoid my present
pain!"
N.B. This poem is inspired by W.B
Yeats' poem "WHEN YOU ARE OLD." addressed to Maud Gonne whom he loved
but couldn't marry her, for she didn't accept his love till end.
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THE MANSION OF MONEY
In the Manison of malicious
money reigns never transcendental Love;
A seed of solace sprouts never on
its sterile soil to grow a tree for a Dove,
Where She can build Her sweet home
to give birth to the kids of Ecstasy,
To croon to them the sublime Sermons
of humility, charity and courtesy!
In the Manison of malevolent money
dwells never the Grace of God;
For, it's worse than a dingy sty,
where the vital roots of purity are withered,
Where the leaves of compassion are
ever dried yellow, and are about to fall,
Where the windows of humanity are so
short, and the doors of infidelity are too tall!
In the Manison of malignant money
dwells an Ozymandias like Megalomaniac,
Who weighs the world only on a scale
of opulence, mean, mundane and demoniac; Whose wide awake, ominous and owlish
eyes are blind to insanity and impropriety, Even if he leads a life of imperial
poverty, and ends it in a vain futility!
O God! Let me never be enticed and
ensnared by a mischievous Mansion of money,
The modern man's sweetest Honey, his
most beloved Crony,
For, I'm well aware of its most
murderous and invisible fang,
That ever leaves its votaries stung
more brutally and fatally than the bite of Fani.
*Megalomaniac - a pathological
egotist, that is, someone with a psychological disorder with symptoms like
delusions of grandeur and an obsession with power. We also use the word
megalomaniac more informally for people who behave as if they're convinced of
their absolute power and greatness.
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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, carnal 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!
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RAIN CLOUDS IN MY LIFE
Oh! Many rain clouds do come and go,
Over the hard and barren fields of
my life!
A few accompanied with thunder hover
over me to rain,
But, alas! Most even before
beginning to drizzle, do forgo!
Some do promise of copious happy and
success rains,
Some do assure of abundant progress
and profit grains,
Some even show the dreams of
imminent trips to the Heaven,
But, alas! All leave me alone at and
before the hour of eleven!
Often, as I waggle my parched tongue
to charge them with betrayal,
But, stay I stunned and tight lipped
by their diplomatic excuses’ portrayal!
Some blame to ‘no evaporation’, some
to ‘ill-health’, or to ‘an unwilling sleeping’,
Some pitying with my ‘bad-luck’,
teach me the greatness of waiting and gaping!
But, the clouds of Divinity, unlike
the rest, do ever, fulfill my wants of water!
So, who else does rain or not, on
the sterile fields of my life, does never matter!
Glossary:
Hover - float
Forgo - give up/ go without
Copious – plentiful/ much
The hour of eleven – eleventh
hour/last moment
Waggle - move from side to side
Gaping – staring with wide open
mouth, as in wonder or surprise
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TO MY DEAREST CHILDREN
O the most tender and promising buds
of the imminent future,
Do get ready to come out of the
gravid uncertainty Stems!
Do wait for basking in the
nourishing rays of the knowledge Sun,
And becoming soon, like the Earth
Tree’s dazzling and distinguished Diadems!
O God's costliest Gifts! Never get
either dampened or dispirited,
In the face of the bitterest and
trying trials of the most adverse climate;
For, they are the necessary
encumbrances in life for your own weal,
To fortify you enough to swing like
the ripe and mellow apples early or late!
O the supplest Sapplings! Never
anticipate in life to be sweet and delicious,
Without absorbing heat, rain and
cold - an inevitable natural need,
For, all those who, you will behold
and believe then, hang gleefully now,
Had once overcome like you the
toughest hurdles and steepest cliffs indeed!
O my dearest Children! You may
accept me or not, but this is your life's Success Secret,
Those, who sincerely abide by my
Sermons, shall be, without a speck of doubt, Great!
Copyright: Shankar D Mishra 14.11.19
FALSEHOOD PRACTISED FOR FUN PROVES
FATAL IN THE LONG RUN!
A young lad called 'Radhua' used to
the local pastoral forest,
His herds of goats and sheep grazed,
while the fat tree branches, he would rest;
He would relish varied nuts, and
mouth watering fruits and roots in all seasons,
His days were spent happily
throughout the year for valid reasons.
Once, obsessed with a mischievous
whim, he plotted to make fun of the villagers:
Thus, he'd climb the tree tops and
shout, 'A tiger pounced upon my herds to rob my treasures!
I will be thankful to those who will
come to my rescue at this critical juncture,
Those who heard about his pitiful
cries, rushed, but returned shocked seeing his false, funny caricature!"
He duped the credulous simpletons
thrice with his same indecent and incorrigible pranks,
Thus, the innocent, angry and gaping
rescuers exited with ironical 'Thanks "!
But, to Radhua's utter disbelief and
dismay, a real tiger came and killed half of his herds the very next week,
Hence, he returned home sobbing as
none came to his help, quipping 'We'll no longer be fooled by your old b
Trick!'
Then, Radhua tore his hair, in vain,
in despair, and cursed himself for his fun,
And he earnestly asked us to learn,
"One must face the music for following Falsehood, in the long run!"
Copyright: Shankar D Mishra 04.09.19
THE MYSTERY OF A BLIND MAN'S LAMP!
Once, there lived a man who had
been, since birth, blind,
Still, you will not often come
across his praiseworthy presence of mind!
His outstanding Wit will promptly
prompt you to wonder and gape,
And you will, with pleasure, be glad
to follow his intelligent step!
One night, the blind man happened to
go out to shop some urgent goods,
For, if he stayed at home, he would
starve to death, without foods!
Thus, he lit his dark dispelling
Lamp; held his stick and stepped out,
Who was greeted, on the way with a
'Good Evening' by a man shrewd and stout!
The chap soon showed his silvery
smiling teeth, and then did quip and swell,
OMG! I didn't know you were as blind
as the night, and an ass-foolish as well!
For, do tell, "What's the
benefit of burning the fuel in the Lamp you carry,
While you are staking and groping
through the dense dark in a lightning hurry?
Surprisingly, the blind man's apt
retort was sharper than a doctor's razor,
That sewed up the taunting Lips and
the tantalizing Tongue of the Teaser?
"My sagacious friend, I am
carrying in the dark a Lamp lighted and glowed,
So that people like you will not
bump into me, and I can safely cross the road!
N.B. This poem is inspired by a
passage published in Holy Faith English Grammar book.
Copyright: Shankar D Mishra 24.06.19
OH! THIS IS WHY THE WORLD CALLS
GANDHIJI, 'MAHATMA'.
One morning, Gandhiji was busy
spinning at his spinning wheel, focused and calm,
When he heard a gentle knock at the
door of his humble and serene cottage;
He then said, "Whosoever knocks
is allowed to come in with a welcome warm."
Soon, Gandhi's voice reached the
man, like that of a composed Saint, or a wise Sage!
On meeting Gandhiji, the man bowed
most humbly and uttered solemnly "Pranam!"
And sought his leave to ask a
question to heal his hurt with the latter's reply balm!
Gandhiji voiced accessibly, "Of
course, you can ask with the least hesitation or fear!"
"Except a Khadi Dhoti up to
your knee, why are you naked?", "Are you really so poor?"
"No", my querying and
eager Guest, replied Gandhiji, with a smiling but serious tone:
Say, can a Mother eat if her hungry
children are unfed, or a Father sleep if malnourished, uneducated are his
offspring forlorn?
Then, shedding unceasing tears
Gandhiji said, "How can I, to cover me up, put on,
Till millions of my poverty stricken
parents, brothers, sisters and kids have none?"
Finally, a chocking and quivering
voice was wishpered by the gaping Guest:
"Oh! This is why, the world
salutes You, dear Bapuji; and calls you Mahatma, the greatest!
N.B. - This poem is inspired by a
passage in Holy Faith Grammar Book.
Copyright: Shankar D Mishra 10.06.19
THAT’S WHY SHE IS CALLED MOTHER!
When you do lose your temper,
With or without reason on any other,
Must he not appreciate, but shall
shower
On you instantly hot, volcanic and
boiling water!
But, entirely exceptional is your
Mother:
For, instead of being furious and
vicious rather,
She will humbly absorb, evaporate
and cower,
And eagerly persuade you to please
and placate further!
Yes, no one else can so much
patience gather,
No one else can so much pure Love
render,
No one else can, in heavenly virtues,
excel Her,
No one else can be so therapeutic,
vulnerable and dear!
That is why, She is called ‘Mother’
–
Made up of a Divine stuff, uncommon
and rare!
N.B: Happy Mother's Day to all the
Mother's across the globe.
@Shankar D Mishra 12.05.2019
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HARK! THIS IS WHAT KASHMIR SPEAKS OF
NOW!
Hark! I am not a Cricket a Cricket
World Cup,
That you can win over Me by a mere
coincidence!
I am rather a valiant Daughter of
Mother India,
I am most capable of my own safety
and self defense!
Hark! Those who beg of My compassion
and mercy,
Can never ever enjoy the privilege
to have their says, or to choose.
How can they dream of adorning my
loving and caring Lap,
Who don't even deserve to be the
ignoble dust under my shoes!
Hark! I can, as a kind Mother, even
feed the refugees, if loyal and law abiding,
I can, as Maa Kali, too kick and
eliminate the treacherous wasps that sting!
I can prove myself, in sheltering,
as one of the most benevolent Benefactors,
I can too pulverize and finish the
deadliest, ghastliest and most barbaric traitors!
Thus, it is solely up to you now to
decide if you want a peaceful and happy life,
Or, indulge in infiltrations,
terrorism, as moths swallow fire to die untimely in an ugly strife!
*Please forward this poem till it
reaches all the Indians. Tq.
Copyright: Shankar D Mishr, 28.02.19
AN ECHO OF EVERY INDIAN HEART!
Lo! We, the Indians, never miss to
spread Peace,
We never ever wish to chop Love
apiece,
We never betray to cull Trust into
many a slice,
We never intrude, infiltrate or
inflame, for is Vice!
Lo! We believe in mutual agreement
and brotherhood,
We harness harmony; neither practise
nor allow hegemony,
We honour to maintain stability and
respite in our neighbourhood,
We enhance humanism, and avoid what
augments mankind's agony!
Lo! We are the worthy Sons of
Buddha, Asia's Light,
We hate violence vehemently; and
loathe deeply to fight,
We detest strongly homicide; and
denounce bitterly bloodsheds,
We condemn critically pseudo
Crusades under the garbs of bombs and blades!
Thus, let not our patience be
mistaken as our fearful Dumbness,
Let not our Tolerance be
misconceived as our Timidity or Cowardice,
Let not our Generosity be
misunderstood as our helpless numbness,
Else, brace up to face the sourest
Music, and pay an uncountable Price!
Copyright: Shankar D Mishra 27.02.19
Please forward this Poem as a true
lover of Mother India. Tq. Hai Hind!
LISTEN TO ME, O MY CHILDREN!
Listen to Me, O my children! This is
not at all the right Time,
To wear the politically tainted
glasses of mutual rancour and prejudice,
To hypothetically pretend,
"Alas! The matter is sub Judice,
To treacherously garner own milage,
and recite the same cliched futile Rhyme!
Listen to Me, O my children! This is
not at all the proper Moment,
To sip like Socrates the venoms of
unprovoked massacre and torment,
To shed temporary and tarnishing
tears, and vociferate shallow slogans,
To light only the self consoling
candles, and let go Scott free the heinous Hooligans!
Listen to Me, O my children! This is
not at all the hour:
Like the timid and cowardly, to
scamper and cower,
To purse and sew you lips like a shy
and scared touch-me-not flower,
To succumb, and concede to be
blasted and collapsed like a dumb unarmed tower!
Listen to Me, O my children! This is
the time to retort to the bricks with the stones,
To crush the Brutes unitedly, and
unfurl my Tricolours in the trespassed Zonens!
Copyright: Shankar D Mishra 20.02.19
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WHEN WILL THE SOULS OF OUR MARTYRS
REST IN PEACE?
Alas! Some left their Innocent
Foetuses forever orphaned,
Some left their wretched Infants
forever abandoned,
Some left their unfortunate wives
untimely forever widowed,
And some left their sunny worlds at
noon forever shadowed!
Alas! Some groping hands lost,
forever, their supporting Sticks,
Some poor pillars lost, forever,
their building upholding bricks,
Some brightening Bulbs lost,
forever, their fluorescent Filaments,
Some staggering Legs lost, forever,
their life sustaining Ligaments!
Alas! The Indian Army lost, forever,
Its valorous and chivalrous Jawans,
Mother India lost, forever, Her
selfless and sacrificing Sons,
All the country men lost, forever,
their brave and praiseworthy brothers,
From Kashmir to Kanyakumari, there
will fall only sour Tear-Showers!
But, when will the Souls of our
Martyrs rest in permanent Peace?
Only when the 'Terrorists' are
defaced, and 'Terrorism' is pushed, forever, to perish.
N.B. : This poem is dedicated to all
the 40 plus CRPF personnel, who were killed in a suicide bomb attack, in the
district of Pulwama, Jammu Kashmir, India, on 14th Feb. 2019, Wednesday.
Copyright: Shankar D Mishra 16.02.19
LET'S CELEBRATE DIWALI MORE
SENSIBLY!
As the much awaited Diwali nights
come closer,
Revelry readies to reign the
country's every nook and corner!
Alas! Rushes rashly, bounding,
vicious and vanishing pleasures,
Of bursting rumbling and spine
shivering varied fire crackers!
But, I know not since when crackers
have replaced the auspicious Diya-lights,
Since when we have been extracting
from them darkening and deadly delights,
Since when we have been weighing our
status by blasting the mounds of crackers,
Since when we have become our kind
Nature's serenety and equilibrium wreckers?
Alas! When will know our ignorant
and jubilant posterity?
"Exploding nerve-shattering
crackers is not the real prosperity!
Diwali stands not for the inhuman
noise and poise pollution,
Diwali is "A Festival of
Lights"; epitomizes "All Evils' Elimination!"
Let's thus not turn our festive
Diwali into a poisonous curse in disguise,
Let's celebrate It being more
sensible, sense-oriented and wise!
Unless, we, while rejoicing, listen
to the judicious calls of conscience,
We must then brace ourselves to face
the music of a venomous consequence!
Copyright: Shankar D Mishra
05.11.2018
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 prid1. MAN IS BORN TO MAKE, NOT MAR, OTHERS’ DAYS!
2.
LET’S UNFURL OUR NATIONAL FLAG!
3.
ON INDIA’S REPUBLIC DAY CELEBRATION
4.
A BIRTHDAY GIFT TO SUBHAS CHANDRA
BOSE
5.
O GOD! LET ALL MY EARNEST WISHES BE
GRANTED.
6.
TO THE MARTYRS
7.
LIFE IS WHAT ONE’S CHOICE IS!
8.
SMALL IS BIG
9.
LET’S PAY OUR OBEISANCE TO HIM!
10.
YES, BIRTH AND DEATH ARE INEVITABLE!
11.
TO THE LITTLE, TENDER AND INNOCENT
KIDS!
12.
THE ULTIMATE GOAL
13.
O GOD! LET ME SIP MY CUP OF SORROWS
ALONE!
14.
YES, I AM A BORN SLAVE TO
CIRCUMSTANCES.
15.
THE ESSENCE OF PATIENCE
16.
HAVE FAITH IN GOD, WHO SEES US ALL!
17.
STRAIGHT FROM THE HEART OF YOUR
VALENTINE!
18.
WE ALL ARE THE DENIZENS OF ONE
DIVINE NATION.
19.
FIRST, LET ME BE WHAT I WANT OTHERS
TO BE FOR ME!
20.
LET NO MUNDANE NEEDS SLAUGHTER MY
INNER VOICE!
21.
ONCE A SWEET HEART IS WON OVER……..!
22.
YOU ARE ONE OF THE COSTLIEST CASKETS
OF ALL THE FEMININE VIRTUES!
23.
BOU, ONCE AGAIN YOU……..
24.
YES, THOU ART MY PORTIA
25.
O GOD! GIVE ME STRENGTH
26.
GOD’S LETTER TO MAN
27.
O GOD! LET ME NEVER BE AN UNINVITED
GUEST.
28.
O LORD JAGANNATH!
29.
TO MY DESDEMONA
30.
WHO IS A TRUE FRIEND?
31.
O ATALJI! INDIA WILL MISS YOU A LOT!
32.
A PRAYER TO LORD GANESH
33.
FRIENDS, LET'S DISCARD OUR PRIDE.
34.
LET'S UNSHACKLE A CHILD.
35.
HOW A LITTLE GIRL TAUGHT HER MOTHER
A LESSON!
36.
LET'S LISTEN TO WHAT "THE
TRIRANGA" SINGS!
37.
A SONNET THAT ALL VALENTINES WOULD
LOVE TO HUM!
38.
AN EARNEST CALL OF MOTHER INDIA TO
All HER CHILDREN!
39.
LISTEN TO ME, O MY CHILDREN!
40.
WHAT THE HEARTS OF OUR MARTYRS ECHO?
41.
AH! AN UNFORGETTABLE FANI REMINDER!
42.
YES, FANI WAS PARADOXICALLY THE BEST
EVER TEACHER.
43.
A TRIBUTE TO YUVRAJ SINGH
44.
HUSH AND LISTEN! CORONA DELIVERS A
SPEECH NOW.
45.
MOTHER’S HEART
46.
AN ODE TO MY LIFE'S MONALISA
47.
REALLY, MARIGOLDS ARE NO MATCH FOR
MY LOVE!
48.
O MY LOVE! THIS IS WHAT THOU ART TO
ME.
49.
O GOD! NO ONE CAN EVER.........
50.
O MY LOVE! WHY DO YOU MISS ME?
51.
O GOD! HOW CAN WE WHINE AT YOU?
52.
OH! WHAT A SMILE!
53.
A TRIBUTE TO MANOJ DAS
54.
THE SONG OF A LABOURER
55.
AN ODE TO MLPG!
56.
O MLPG! YOU ARE MY BEST EVER GIFT.
57.
O MY LOVE! YOU ARE ONE OF THE FINEST
FABRICS OF THE NATURELOOM.
58.
DUSSEHRA – A SYMBOL OF POETIC
JUSTICE
59.
O MY LOVE! I AM IN PIOUS LOVE WITH
YOUR SUBLIME SOUL.
60.
LET A REAL COMPANION NEVER BE
FORSAKEN!
61.
TO THE EVER FULL MOON OF MY LIFE!
62.
TRUE LOVE IS A PERENNIAL STREAM……
63.
O GOD! MAY MY PRAYER BE KINDLY
HEEDED TO.....
64.
O MY LOVE! LET ME.....
65.
WHAT IS WHAT FOR YOU MAY NOT BE THAT
FOR OTHER
66.
YES, I AM A MODERN MACAVITY.
67.
RESEMBLANCE BETWEEN A WOMAN AND A
ROSE
68.
O MY MONALISA!
69.
O CAPTAIN! NO CAPTAIN!
70.
A BIRTHDAY WISH FOR MY LOVE
71.
FRIENDSHIP
72.
TILLERS
73.
MY CHRISTMAS WISH, O GOD!
74.
THE CONCEPT OF A NEW YEAR
75.
AN EXAMPLE ON SUPERSTITION
76.
YES, BEAUTY BLUSHES AT THY BEAUTIFUL
GLANCE!
77.
TO THE CUCKOO - THE ETERNAL FLUTE OF
NATURE!
78.
LET'S ALL LEARN FROM THE KOREAN
UNION!
79.
LET'S TAKE AN OATH ON THE HOLY
BUDDHA PURNIMA DAY!
80.
A PITIABLE AND HEART-RENDING SONG OF
ASIFA BANO!
81.
MAN MUST PROVE: "HE IS NOT A
MERE FRUIT OF FUTILITY!"
82.
FOR THE THEISTS, "I AM IN
EVERYTHING, AND NOW HERE!"
83.
THAT’S WHY THOU ART CALLED GURU.
84.
WHEN AND WHY DOES A CROWN TUMBLE
DOWN?
85.
AN IMARAT OF FALSEHOOD
86.
SHOULD THIS TREND CHANGE......
87.
O MY LOVE! LET'S SOAR FASTER.
88.
AN AHMED'S ARDENT APPEAL TO MUHAMMAD
(1)
89.
TO AN ETHEREAL ANGEL UPON THE
EMERALD WAVES.....
90.
BETRAYAL
91.
HOW REAL THE MODERN MAN'S LOVE FOR
THE ENVIRONMENT IS?
92.
I HAVE STILL BEEN WAITING FOR THAT
DIWALI NIGHT.
93.
WHEN YOU GROW OLD!
94.
THE MANSION OF MONEY
95.
THE HEART'S ECHO OF MAMITA MEHER
96.
RAIN CLOUDS IN MY LIFE
97.
TO MY DEAREST CHILDREN
98.
FALSEHOOD PRACTISED FOR FUN PROVES
FATAL IN THE LONG RUN!
99.
THE MYSTERY OF A BLIND MAN'S LAMP!
100.
OH! THIS IS WHY THE WORLD CALLS
GANDHIJI, 'MAHATMA'.
101.
THAT’S WHY SHE IS CALLED MOTHER!
102. HARK! THIS IS WHAT KASHMIR SPEAKS OF NOW!
103.AN
ECHO OF EVERY INDIAN HEART!
104.LISTEN
TO ME, O MY CHILDREN!
105.
WHEN WILL THE SOULS OF OUR MARTYRS REST IN PEACE?
106.
LET'S CELEBRATE DIWALI MORE SENSIBLY!
107.
MAN MUST PROVE: "HE IS NOT A MERE FRUIT OF FUTILITY!"
MAN IS BORN TO MAKE, NOT MAR,
OTHERS’ DAYS!
In the sordid and suffocating
Sojourn of my life’s battered bivouac,
I have ever been at the mercy of
misfortune like a Japanese Quake,
Under the constant threat of an
unexpectedly calamitous quiver;
Who knows when the disastrous jolt
will again compel me to shiver?
Yes, I have been compelled to smile
with a million fake Façades,
Though I have been shaken and
slashed mercilessly for four odd decades!
I have been using the Balms of
Divine Grace on my bleeding hurts hidden,
That have been torturing and
tormenting under my thick, tolerant Rhino’s skin!
But, opening up the ever raw, fresh
wounds for public Pity won’t serve to heal them,
That will only attract an unwelcome,
unwholesome and universal Shame,
That will too contribute to making
me an easily reachable and conquerable Game,
Adding again more lubricants of
wretchedness, to my ever seething adversity Flame!
Still, let me never think in life to
shake anyone’s happiness like a Japanese quake,
For, man is born to make, not to
mar, others’ days, for his own perishable gain’s sake!
Glossary:
Sojourn - a short stay/halt
Bivouac - an open temporary shelter
for soldiers
Façades - faces/appearances
Slashed - slices
Seething - boiling
Make others’ days – make others
happy
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LET’S UNFURL OUR NATIONAL FLAG!
Let’s unfurl our National Flag with
a sense of buoyancy and pride,
Let’s enrich and embellish our
Mother like a newly- married Bride,
Let our Mother’s honour and dignity
take a giant and inimitable stride,
Let the swift pace of our Mother’s
progress smoothly and steadily glide!
Let’s all forget the rankling and
immaterial differences that ever divide us,
Let’s, beneath wise covers, bury our
bitter past that does ever pinch and pierce!
Let’s bid a goodbye to the factors
detrimental to our National integrity and glory,
Let’s all unite for the safety,
sovereignty and longevity of our Mother’s territory!
Let’s remember the selfless and
priceless sacrifices of our immortal Martyrs,
Let’s dog their praiseworthy steps
so that our Mother leaps ahead and betters!
Let’s honour the Martyrs most by
keeping their torch of Freedom forever burning,
Let’s salute them by abiding by
their gifted largest Democracy's sound functioning!
Let’s observe our National Festivals
in this feisty, enthusiastic and enviable way,
That Mother smiles to see Her kids
sway themselves keeping ever the invaders at bay!
Glossary:
Unfurl - open out/hoist
Buoyancy – enthusiasm/ cheerfulness
Embellish – beautify
Rankling – irritating/annoying
Detrimental - harmful
Feisty - lively
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ON INDIA’S REPUBLIC DAY CELEBRATION
Ah! All Indians are raft,
feather-light and gay
To celebrate the much sought after
Republic Day,
To commemorate the Enforcement of
the Constitution
That has been a proven and momentous
Milestone.
In 1930, Purna Swaraj, was
proclaimed on this very day
In opposition to the Dominion status
offer of the British
For two long, painstaking decades we
had to wait and stay
Until our most covetred “Guide”, we
could accomplish.
A unique value the Republic Day
Parades do bear
That herald a firm uninty in a stark
diversity, and share
Spectacular Defence feats, a rare
Rich Cultural heritage;
The Ceremony is, to our freedom
fighters, a humble homage.
The President of the country
receives the royal Salute
From the para-military and civil
Forces, rocky and resolute;
Our Defence prowess and rocky
solidarity the pageant does send;
The Beating Retreat Ceremony beguls
its ceremonious end.
The Tri- Colour flag is unfurled at
all nooks and corners
To the beat of the National Anthem,
by the fit successors.
All feel proud as the peacocks
relishing the largest Democracy,
For India’s well-being all pary for
the Mercurial Divine Mercy.
JAI HIND
N.B. My last year's poem on the
Republic Day.
©Shankar D Mishra 26.01.2018
A BIRTHDAY GIFT TO SUBHAS CHANDRA
BOSE
Yes, you were an extraordinary
persona of a rare breed;
For whom Patriotism was above any
Caste, colour, Religion or Creed,
Who did, meticulously and
mercurially, his Ajad Hind Fauj lead,
Who was a charismatic Captain whom
Mother India will ever surely need!
Yes, yours was a blessed brain
adorned with Maa Saraswati’s Grace,
Who, being an IAS, disdainfully
turned down a job in British Bureaucracy,
For, who, from the service of the
Mother Land derived more nectaric Solace,
For whom, spilling one’s blood for
Mother’s Freedom was a supreme ecstasy!
Yes, yours had a desire, as Lord
Buddha said, that was never a cause for sorrow,
For, your desire was never infested
with any petty and ignoble personal gain,
It was not infected by any
despicable, disgraceful and mundane vested interest-stain,
For, you desired to die blissfully
today that She could live peacefully tomorrow!
On your auspicious birthday, the
Nation bows before you with an indebted heart,
The whole of India feels proud of
you, and your ever inimitable and indomitable part!
May all the countries in the world
be favoured with a never setting Son like you,
Who, like the brightest noon Sun,
will ever remain radiant, alive and spanking new!
N.B: This poem is the 121st birth
anniversary of NetajiBose, one of the greatest Freedom Fighters of India. I
could not post it on that day due to being blocked by FB. Tq
Glossary:
Persona – personality
Breed – type/ kind
Charismatically – adorably/elegantly
Mercurially – quick-wittedly/lively
Adorned - ornamented
Disdainfully – disrespectfully
Turned down – not accepted
Nectaric – like nectar
Solace - comfort
Ecstasy – extreme joy
Infested with - infected with
Despicable - contemptible
Disgraceful - dishonorable
Mundane – ordinary/worldly
Vested interest – a strong personal
interest in something because you could get an advantage from it
Indebted - thankful
Inimitable - one and only
Indomitable – unconquerable
Radiant – bright
Spanking new - brand new
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O GOD! LET ALL MY EARNEST WISHES BE
GRANTED.
Let me never see anyone in painful
and insufferable tears,
Let my words of compassion spring,
in everyone, springs of cheers!
Let my generous actions bear, for
all, the fruits of contentment pears,
Let my honest endeavours ever rain
peace, removing all uneasy fears!
Let no one ever awkwardly feel being
at my miserly and meagre Mercy,
Let my life be a unique emblem of
loyalty, patriotism and transparency!
Let me not be a hollow preacher, but
a paragon of modesty and courtesy,
Let me ever aim at everyone’s
abundant health, wealth and eternal ecstasy!
Let me never overawe anyone or ever,
as a savage, callous beast, frighten,
Let me everyone’s distress lighten,
and every inquisitive mind enlighten!
Let me do the least that I can so
that a universal bliss may exist and reign,
Let my presence turn the common
Earth forever into an uncommon Heaven!
Thus, let none be a hapless prey to
hunger, disease, injustice and poverty,
Let all my earnest Wishes be kindly
granted, O the ever Merciful Almighty!
Glossary:
Earnest – sincere/ solemn
Insufferable - unbearable
Compassion - kindness
Spring - come out of
Endeavours – efforts
Awkwardly - uncomfortably
Miserly - ungenerous
Meagre – insufficient/inadequate
Emblem – symbol
Paragon – model/ shining example
Abundant - plentiful
Ecstasy – happiness
Overawe - scare
Savage - wild
Callous – heartless/ unfeeling
Lighten - lessen
Inquisitive - inquiring
Enlighten - make clear to/inform
Hapless prey - ill fated victim
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TO THE MARTYRS
Indeed, you live for the utmost
happiness of the common masses,
You fight for the people’s safety
till you are mingled with the ashes!
You wear the dearest and most
unaffordable attires of Supreme Sacrifice,
You devotedly feed on the invaluable
Virtue; and excrete the vilest Vice!
Indeed, you take the whole Nation as
your own loving and adoring family,
You face the dreadful, destructive
and advancing enemies unhesitatingly!
You confront the formidable
opponents’ fatal bullets bravely and smilingly,
Yes, you alone beat the
unconquerable Death till eternity very courageously!
Indeed, the holiness of the holiest
Ganga flows forever in your pious Veins,
Ah! To your rare, peerless and
enthroned hearts willingly Heaven descends!
Your selfless loyalty and dedication
ever invoke torrential, patriotic rains,
You alone transcend, in the long
run, the insurmountable ‘Mortality Fence’!
Never can any mundane laurels equal
your feats; to you, no tribute matters,
That is why, you are so fondly and
thankfully called the ever living Martyrs!
N.B: From Wikipedia, the free
encyclopediaIn India, there are several days declared as Martyrs' Day (at
national level also known as Sarvodaya day). They are named in honour of those
who are recognised as martyrs for the nation.
30 January : 30 January is the date
observed at the national level. The date was chosen as it marks the
assassination of Mohandas Karamchand Gandhi in 1948, by Nathuram Godse.[1] On
Martyr’s Day the president, the vice president, the prime minister, the defence
minister, and the three Service Chiefs gather at the samadhi at Raj Ghat
memorial and lay wreaths decorated with multi-colour flowers. The armed forces
personnel blow bugles sounding the Last Post. The inter-services contingent reverse
arms as a mark of respect. A two-minute silence in memory of Indian martyrs is
observed throughout the country at 11 AM. Participants hold all-religion
prayers and sing tributes.[2]
23 March: The anniversary of the
deaths of Bhagat Singh, Sukhdev Thapar and Shivaram Rajguru on 23 March, 1931,
is declared to be Martyr's Day.[3]
21 October: India observes 21
October, the Police Commemoration Day,[4]
17 November: Orissa observes 17
November, the death anniversary of Lala Lajpat Rai (1865–1928), the "Lion
of Punjab", a leader in the Indian fight for freedom from the British
Raj.[5]
19 November: The birthday of Rani
Lakshmibai, 19 November,1828, queen of the Maratha-ruled princely state of
Jhansi, is observed as Martyrs' Day in the region, and honours those who gave
their lives in the rebellion of 1857, of which she was a leading figure.[6]
Glossary:
Martyrs – persons who are put to
death, or who endure great sufferings on behalf of any belief, principle, or
cause
Mingled with - mixed with
Dearest – most expensive
Attires – dresses
Excrete - emits
Adoring – loving
Unhesitatingly – readily/willingly
Formidable – frightening
Peerless - matchless
Torrential – pouring heavily
Transcend - rise above
In the long run – finally/at last
Insurmountable - undefeatable
Mundane laurels – worldly rewards
Feats – achievements
Tribute – a mark of respect
Fondly – lovingly
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LIFE IS WHAT ONE’S CHOICE IS!
How meticulously and carefully, from
water, does pick,
The ever alert, sensible and sane,
Swan only the useful milk,
Leaving, at the bottom, untouched,
the redundant former,
Relishing, to the hilt, to be hale
and hearty, and prosper!
How unbelievably and rationally,
only the iron particles, chooses,
From among the varied matters,
mixed, adulterated and trifling,
The most infallible Magnet with its
wit serves, teaches and amuses,
And does arrest all hearts, and rule
unrivalled as the Metal King!
Let me thus be a learned Swan to see
through the Right and the Wrong,
Let me, like a sweet Swan croon
life’s glittering and glorifying song!
Let me, like a meaningful Magnet,
cling to the vital Virtue Metal,
Let me leave the worthless and
trivial clinkers to make life Celestial!
Let me, thus, realize and remember
that “Lo! Life is what one’s Choice is!”
“A pertinent Choice enriches life;
an impertinent one does ruin and pulverize!”
Glossary:
Meticulously – carefully
Sensible and sane - reasonable and
wise
Redundant - unnecessary
Former – earlier (here, water)
Relishing - taking pleasure in
To the hilt - fully
Hale and hearty - healthy
Rationally - logically
Adulterated – mixed/ impure
Trifling – insignificant
Infallible – perfect
Unrivalled - unchallenged
Croon - sing
Glittering – sparkling
Trivial - unimportant
Clinkers – waste materials or
refuses from mines
Celestial – heavenly
Pertinent - significant
Impertinent – insignificant
Pulverize – grind/ crush
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SMALL IS BIG
Small drops of gentle rain
Contribute to make a vast ocean;
Small bogies joined together
Make a long, serpentine train.
Small collected chips of stone
Contribute to build a big concrete
road;
Small repeated negligence
Invites to a big troublesome load.
Small morsels of sweet grains
Fill big masses of stomachs;
Small prudent savings of money
Lead to a big treasury of stocks.
Small consistent industrious steps
Steer one on the big path of
success;
Small innocent children of today
Lead the Fortunes’ Future Race.
A small act of generosity
Saves the life of a big personality;
A small quantum of heavenly pity
Becomes an invaluable gem of rarity.
A small steady and consistent
preparation
Rids one of anxiety and
apprehension;
A small unnoticed spark of ignition
Enlivens the big engines to run.
A small incomplete assignment of
today
Poses a Himalay of headache for
tomorrow;
A small patient practice of
meditation
Reduces tension, removes much
sorrow.
A small and easy task of serene
prayer
Cleans big dirts and lifts one to an
upper layer;
A small persistent and resolute
exercise
Makes one sound, sensible and wise.
©Shankar D Mishra 31.01.2017
LET’S PAY OUR OBEISANCE TO HIM!
I love this world,
My country – India,
My State – Odisha,
My District – (Jagannath) Puri,
My Panchayat – Chalishbatia,
My Village – Tadas Ramahans
Pur,
My Teachers,
My Well-wishers,
And My Parents,
For, they have altogether given me
birth,
Given me strength to walk, play and
perform,
Given me a peaceful niche to
live,
Given me chances to learn fathom and
earn,
Given me love and affection to grow,
Given me what I require as a man,
Without whose contributions I
would’ve been nothing.
Thus, I am indebted to all of them.
But, my admission would be
incomplete,
If I forget or ignore to mention Him
– the Almighty,
Who has given birth to all,
Who controls all,
Who is most merciful to all,
Without whose contributions this
Universe would be nothing
Let alone others….
Thus, I, we and all are owed to Him
past description!
So, let’s all pay our whole-hearted
obeisance to Him,
To keep raining His love,
Warding off all adversities,
Forgiving His haughty, naughty
childish children,
And sustaining His unique Creation
as usual forever…….
©Shankar D Mishra 04.02.2018
YES, BIRTH AND DEATH ARE INEVITABLE!
Alas! When a near and dear one does
die,
The bereaved hearts do helplessly
cry!
They uncontrollably bleed with no
drip of blood till they die,
If anyone claims to be an exception,
one definitely does lie.
The vacuum left by the deceased,
lies vacant till eternity,
Alas! The loss remains irreparable
for the ensuing posterity!
All sad and sore sobs, and painful
pangs, finally, end in smoke,
No matter, whether grief does
mercilessly suffocate you, or choke!
All, however stout, seem ineffective
and powerless before Time,
But, is He not often accused and
denounced with no culpable crime?
Thus, He inaudibly hums, “Do you
ever praise Me when you are alive?
Why do you then blindly, insensibly
and, in vain, reproach Me and jibe?”
Hark! “Birth and Death are
inevitable parts in the scheme of Time’s Creation,
Without the indispensable Death, how
can one attain, at last, a sweet Salvation?”
Glossary:
Vacuum – emptiness/empty space
Posterity – all future generations
Denounced – condemned
Culpable – blameworthy
Reproach - blame
Jibe – taunt
©Shankar D Mishra, 05.02.2018
TO THE LITTLE, TENDER AND INNOCENT
KIDS!
O that the real Value of all the
gifts, I could, with fair eyes, see,
That had ever been present, by the
bounteous Nature, all around!
Had I hugged all the gifts with a
sense of supra-mundane glee,
Her aim wouldn’t have been dashed on
the hard materialistic ground!
O that I had not ever weighed, like
an avaricious merchant, all the gifts,
On the mean, mercenary and
insatiable scales of price!
O that I had not created in Morality
contemptible splits, holes and rifts,
Mincing, alas, with a Shylock’s
money knife, Her Love into many a slice!
O that I could, like Coventry
Patmore’s child, find a heaven of gold,
In the common pebbles, dry sands,
forlorn flowers and unheeded shells!
O that I could accept gladly the
inevitable Law of Nature of growing old,
So that I would not try, in vain, to
evade the pangs of my self- made hells!
Thus, hark! O the little, tender and
innocent kids!
Never do you follow in my
blameworthy steps, nor do you ever tread,
Stick not to my sorrow saving ways
when childhood to you ‘a goodbye bids,
Lest you should, as I do now,
unavoidably and endlessly Seas of sour tears shed!
Glossary:
Supra-mundane glee – heavenly
happiness
Dashed - collided
Avaricious - greedy
Mercenary – regarding money
Contemptible – disgraceful
Forlorn – dejected
Pangs – pains
Shylock – a cruel and dishonest
money lender in Shakespeare’s play ‘The Merchant of Venice’ who was sharpening
his knife to cut a pound of flesh of Antonio, a kind and helpful merchant.
Coventry Patmore – A 19th century
English poet had punished his son for disobeying him many times. The motherless
son had slept getting consolation from a red-veined stone, a piece of glass
abraded by the beach, six or seven shells arranged by him on a table beside his
bed.
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THE ULTIMATE GOAL
Came as thou must thou go,
Be as joyful as thou didst
vow.
The world is naught but a
show,
Some part higher, some role
low.
All they came did never stay,
Early or late, did pass away.
Hence, never thou interrogate, “Thou
why”?
That will result in only an
enigmatic “Phi”.
So, prefer to exist as gladly as to
enter,
For, the New always replace the
Older.
Be in the strife a praise-worthy
soldier,
Choose thy diet only the Divine
prayer.
Then, leave thy fear and
reluctance,
To end thy pre-assigned role,
To meet with the Providence,
Ought to be thy Ultimate Goal.
N.B: This poem is inspired by H. W.
Longfellow’s poem ‘A Psalm of Life.’
©Shankar D Mishra 08.02.2018
O GOD! LET ME SIP MY CUP OF SORROWS
ALONE!
O God! Let me sip silently my daily
cup of sorrows all alone,
Let me be, as usual, forsaken like a
ship-wrecked forlorn,
Let the world throw me out, as left
over food, and abandon,
Let me be, like a dry leaf, by the
gales of misfortune blown!
O God! Let me never share my daily
cup of sorrows with anyone,
Let me never offer anyone what is
too inedible to eat and swallow,
Let me play my Tragedy with Time’s
symphony as does a swan,
Let the buffets of Miseries make me
like a fruit ripe and mellow!
O God! Let me, like a lotus, grow
out of the slippery swamp of adversity,
Let me never aim at any external
succour to attain from my pain, liberty,
Let me learn to stand,walk and run
in the Marathon of life all alone,
Yes, Let me be resolved and resolute
to burn alone like a miniature Sun!
O God! Let me grow alone to overcome
the hostilities with your care,
Let me not, even an ounce of my sour
sorrow, with anyone else share;
For, who can ever, without Your
Favour, jump over the sorrow snare,
For, without Your Grace, to be
blessed with Salvation, who can dare?
Glossary:
Forsaken – isolated
Forlorn – a hopeless, dejected man
Abandon - throw away
Gales - strong wind
Succour - help
Symphony - piece of music
Buffets –attacks
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YES, I AM A BORN SLAVE TO
CIRCUMSTANCES.
Yes, I am a born slave to
inescapable Circumstances,
To slacken their firm grips? There
arise no chances!
They play in my life as do a
vehicle’s engine, wheels and steering,
I have only to carry out as and when
their warning bells do ring!
Yes, my Universal slavery has
numerous nuances,
Every second, It kaleidoscopically
and amazingly changes!
Under Its unavoidable directions,
the whole world dances,
All human activities It controls,
and outcomes on It hinges!
Let my Circumstances not be
substituted by me with lame excuses,
Let them never be misused by me for
my intrinsic, mean uses,
Let me only be an ever meek, humble
and obedient follower,
Let me only submissively and
courteously tender my labour,
Let me never shirk my duty, nor from
accomplishing waver,
Lest I should be, in the long run,
divested of Salvation’s Flavour!
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THE ESSENCE OF PATIENCE
Oh! Immense is the essence of serene
Patience,
And immeasurable is Its valuable
consequence!
To be ever tolerant, like Mother
Nature, It so sweetly trains,
As fire burns and kills rusts, so
does It purify insolence-stains!
Oh! In the undesirable absence of
the Pearly Patience,
Pour soon cats and dogs uncalled for
problems as torrential rains!
It instantly steals away man’s
costliest Common Sense,
And unreasonably invites the chaos
of darkness of a forest dense!
O God! May I be generously blessed
by You with only one Favour!
Let me, my treasured Patience, under
any circumstances, lose never,
Let me shallow all the pungent pills
of misfortune with due Patience,
Let me ever, like You, bear the
Fruits of Smile, despite feeding on Pains!
O God! Let my Smiles add a deep
sense to the rarely practised Patience,
Let my Smiles reduce my inaudible
and unbearable agony intense,
Let my Smiles weaken the unshakable
grip of my adversity’s Chains,
Let my Smiles co-operate with me to
jump over the miry, mundane Fence!
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HAVE FAITH IN GOD, WHO SEES US ALL!
Have faith in God, Who sees us all:
Those who are too affluent and big,
Those who are too negligible and
small;
Those, who like swift, upward
rockets, rise,
Those, who like quick, downward
comets, fall!
Yes, nothing ever escapes the
vigilant Eyes of God:
However may be something narrow,
However may be something broad,
Whoever may be in the deepest oceans
of sorrow,
Whoever may be in the states,
ecstatic or enraptured!
Yes, none can bribe the All Powerful
God, nor ever can Him cheat:
He is never so silly or gullible
that anyone can Him beat!
He sees well the sad, exploited and
helpless tears of the innocent,
He sees the foulplays of the
devilish Satans, and the fairplays of Saints,
He duly finally judges whom to give
rewards, and whom to punishments!
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STRAIGHT FROM THE HEART OF YOUR
VALENTINE!
Oh! So simply compelling was your
first sweet sight,
That clung to your Valentine’s rapt
and gaping attention tight!
It was no less charming than that of
a sprightly sprite,
That drenched him wet with your
shower of Love and delight!
Oh! Your captivating look of a bait
caught your Valentine straight,
Very few did ever haunt him to gloat
his eyes so much till date!
Your mesmerizing glance did soak him
from his bottom to height,
Yes, your shining glimpse did dispel
the gloom of the darkest night!
Your lovely and comely features
bloomed like a fresh pink Rose,
The more he receded, the more that
dragged him to come to your close!
Your calm and staid composure
crooned sweeter than a Nightingale,
Yes, your Wordsworth was spellbound
in your deep and lush life’s vale!
Your first sight, like a day light,
was for your Valentine a rich treasure,
Thank God! That sprang in his life a
like a Stream of perennial pleasure!
Glossary:
Compelling – splendid
Gaping – awestruck/fascinated
Captivating – charming
Bait – temptation
Haunt – visit frequently
Gloat – rejoice/please
Mesmerizing - attention-grabbing
Features - facial appearance
Receded - drew back
Staid - calm
Spellbound – captivated
Lush – green
Vale – valley
Perennial – permanent
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WE ALL ARE THE DENIZENS OF ONE
DIVINE NATION.
Yes, inside every Religious Veins
flows the same red human blood,
The same Almighty God is called
Ishwar, Allah, Waheguru or Lord!
In every Room of the world, Nature,
God’s Agent, is ever in the identical action,
Some call It a Desh; some address a
Mulk while some others name it a Nation!
Yes, everyone feels the same
twitching pain when pricked or pinched,
Everyone feels the same delight when
a prestigious Prize is clinched!
Everyone is quickly quenched by the
same water, Nature’s Nectar,
Everywhere, for everyone, the same
food, clothing and shelter matter!
Wherever you go, sugar ever tastes
sweet, and salt tastes salty,
Everywhere, honesty is honoured, and
are punished duly the guilty!
Hell is the befitting outcome of
immorality, injustice and indiscretion,
Whereas Virtue is blessed and
bejewelled with a Celestial Salvation!
Let’s thus relinquish Religious
fanaticism, extremism and discrimination,
So that we can surely feel, “We all
are the denizens of one Divine Nation!
Glossary:
Denizens – residents
Identical - the same
Ishwar – God is addressed by the
Hindus.
Allah – God is addressed by the
Muslims/ Abrahamic religious people
Waheguru – God is addressed by the
Sikhs
Lord - God is addressed by the
English
Desh – country in Hindi
Mulk – country in Urdu
Twitching - causing spasm due to
extreme pain
Pricked or pinched - pierced
Clinched – secured/taken
Quenched - satisfied
Guilty – those who are at fault
Befitting - suitable
Outcome – result
Indiscretion - lack of discretion
Bejewelled – decorated
Celestial Salvation – heavenly
deliverance/Moksha
Relinquish - give up/leave
Fanaticism - fanaticism
Extremism – radicalism
Discrimination - favoritism
Divine – about God
Nation – state/ country
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English, Internationally awarded bilingual poet & author of 2 Grammar
books] 14.03.2018
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FIRST, LET ME BE WHAT I WANT OTHERS
TO BE FOR ME!
When I am a child,
I eagerly want my Parents to be
tolerant enough and mild;
But, Alas! The moment, I am one of
the Parents,
I, promptly, become too dominating,
relentless and wild!
When I am a student,
I keenly want my Teachers to be lenient
enough and prudent;
But, Alas! The moment, I am one of
the Teachers,
I, in no time, to undue annoyance
and supremacy, I give vent!
When I am a purchaser,
I want my Sellers to be generous
enough and compassionate;
But, Alas! The moment, I am one of
the Sellers,
I, instantly, give shelter to
adulteration and greed inordinate!
Thus, should I first become what I
want others to be for me,
I will, without doubt, be called one
day a Kalpavriksha tree!
Glossary:
Eagerly – enthusiastically
Promptly - quickly
Relentless - harsh
Keenly – wholeheartedly
Lenient – soft/ merciful
Prudent – sensible/ cautious
In no time – very soon
Annoyance – irritation/anger
Supremacy – superiority
Give vent to - find expression for
Generous – kind/ liberal
Compassionate – kind/ sympathetic
Instantly - at once
Adulteration – corruption/
defilement
Inordinate – excessive
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LET NO MUNDANE NEEDS SLAUGHTER MY
INNER VOICE!
O God! Let not my insatiable Hunger
impoverish my precious vigour,
Let It never enfeeble or weaken my
Humanity to disgracefully waver,
Let It never force my Morality, like
a pack of cards, to tumble or shake,
Let It never compel my High Ideals
to yield, like a coward, and forsake!
O God! Let not my unquenchable
Thirst cut short or curtail my endless quest,
Let It never despicably prevent me
from putting up my utmost and best,
Let It never undesirably tempt me to
beg for an untimely respite or undue rest,
Let It never scare me, as it oft
does the Cowards, to face life’s Litmus Test!
O God! Let not my unavoidable
Poverty profane my richest pearly Purity,
Let It never succeed in persuading
me to be an unwanted Guest of insanity,
Let It never ignite me to shamefully
look down upon my steadfast Honesty,
Let It never come out with flying
colours to mislead me on the path of Futility!
O God! Let no mundane necessities
ever slaughter my invaluable Inner Voice,
Let my Virtue-Guide ever infallibly
teach me to win on own Merits Life’s Race!
Glossary:
Insatiable – unappeasable/that whicn
cannot be satisfied
Impoverish - make poor/ ruin
Precious – valuable
Vigour – strength/ vitality
Enfeeble – weaken
Disgracefully - shamefully
Tumble - fall down
Forsake - give up/ leave
Unquenchable – greedy/that which cannot
be satisfied
Curtail – shorten
Quest - mission
Despicably - very badly
Tempt - attract
Respite – interval/ break
Litmus Test – a crucial and deciding
test
Profane – make impure
Persuading – influencing to do
something
Insanity - mental illness
Ignite – excite/inspire
Shamefully –
disgracefully
Look down upon – to consider someone
or something inferior in some way
Steadfast – firm/steady
Come out with flying colours -
succeed
Futility - uselessness
Mundane – ordinary/physical world
Slaughter - kill
Invaluable - very useful
Infallibly - without fail
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ONCE A SWEET HEART IS WON OVER……..!
Once a sweet heart is won over,
Uncontrolled feelings grow intense
sooner,
Unrestrained emotions get ignited by
a strong fervour,
Yes, nothing else, on earth, is
needed there any more!
Once two hearts get adhered to each
other,
Oh! Distance does disappear, or
doesn’t even matter ever!
No force becomes too powerful
against them to alter,
No obstacle can intercept them to
either retreat or falter!
Once two hearts come spontaneously
closer,
Neither of them, feel at any
moment,as a loser!
Yes,no mundane wealth can equal
their infinite pleasure,
For, a Heaven of Love is built by
them to inhabit forever!
If ever I am proved by any to be
wrong, or ever justified as a lair,
Love won’t live; lovers, from their
active services, will surely retire!
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YOU ARE ONE OF THE COSTLIEST CASKETS
OF ALL THE FEMININE VIRTUES!
Yes, Honey drips from your lustrous
lips,
Nectar drops from your relishing
kiss,
Your smiles ever shower an alluring
grace,
Ambrosia rains from your ecstatic
embrace!
Yes, A silvery Moon envies at your
ebullient glance,
The Sun surprises at your
scintillating elegance!
At your luminous presence, richness
is in abundance,
Ah! Your sweet affinity Seas of
serenity does enhance!
Your blithe company compels dark
sorrows to flee,
Your blissful association
ameliorates lasting glee,
In your lovely loyalty lies life's
all happiness,
Your pure and rare Love lifts me to
win life's Chess!
Yes, you are one of the costliest
caskets of all the feminine Virtues,
To be blessed with a beloved like
you, who won't throng the queues?
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BOU, ONCE AGAIN YOU……..
Bou, once again you flashed into my
weak and flimsy memory
Rushed into my heart’s so
impervious, inaccessible and ugly cells
Echoed with your ever loving,
caring, pampering and sharing tales
Enlivening your unforgettable and
unthinkable sacrifice-story!
Bou, once again you stretched your
invisible and surrendering hands
To run from my offensive, ungrateful
forehead to the self-centred toes
To infuse life with your lively,
heavenly and blissful love bonds
To purify my repulsive, junk mind
with your pious presence like a Rose!
Bou, once again you opened my
soiled, blurred and cataracted vision
To think of you and your unalloyed,
unparalleled and supra-mundane love
To remind me, “To forget divine Bou
is worse than a treacherous treason
That is past all ineffective excuses
like penance, remorse or repentant sob!”
Bou, once again you lighted the
bleak, sombre and dismal recess of my heart
To condemn myself and adore you, and
eulogize your inimitably glorious part
To feel myself ashamed of, and
suffocated by my abhorrent, gluttonous ingratitude
To pray to God not to curse any Womb
with a son with my abominable attitude!”
*BOU - Mother [in Odia, the
poet's Mother tongue]
* flimsy – weak/poor
* impervious – impermeable/ not
moved
* inaccessible -
unreachable
* offensive – hateful
* repulsive – disgusting/hateful
* pious presence – noble/virtuous
presence
* penance, remorse or repentant sob
- self-punishment, regret or apologetic cry
* bleak– desolate
*sombre - dull
* dismal – gloomy
* abhorrent, gluttonous ingratitude
- hateful, greedy thanklessness
* abominable attitude –
detestable/hateful manner/approach
N.B: This poem is inspired by H.W
Longfellow’s poem “The Village Blacksmith.” The poet's mother, who is now 75,
lives alone in his village, At/post Tadas Ramahans Pur, Ps. Chandan Pur, Dist.
Puri, Odisha, India
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YES, THOU ART MY PORTIA
Ah! Belmont’s precious Portia art
thou mine,
A Venetian fortunate Bassanio I am
thine!
As the Full-Moon, thou dost
constantly shine,
The whole world doth for thee long
and pine!
Of all the Virtues, thou art an
exemplary epitome,
Amongst the coveted metals, thou art
platinum!
Oh! Without thee, the rest are an
apple of sodom,
Ah! Without thee, creeps in life a
desert of boredom!
Yes, thou dost radiate more than the
luminous stars,
Thou art an efficacious balm for all
mundane scars!
The realm of thy renown stretches
far upto the Mars,
To attain thee, surmountable are all
impregnable bars!
Yes, thou wert made only for me a
long long ago,
How can then I give up my love for
thee, and forgo?
*thou- you, *thee – to you, thine –
yours, *mine – possessive pronoun of I, Portia – heroine in Shakespeare’s play
The Merchant of Venice* Bassanio - hero in Shakespeare’s play The Merchant of
Venice * surmountable – can be crossed or overcome
* impregnable – unconquerable
©Shankar D Mishra 17.05.2017
O GOD! GIVE ME STRENGTH
O God! Give me saintly strength,
vigour and power:
As to the roots, leaves and plants
is the shower,
To surmount the Everest of hurdle or
tempest,
To accomplish my allotted assignment
best!
O God! Fill in me not the fiendish
monster’s force:
To torment and scare the innocent
souls,
To squeeze-flow the tear streams is
a loathsome curse;
Ah! Death is preferable to the
enjoyment of vicious goals!
O God! Replenish me with Thy Godly,
Catalyst-like Energy,
To feed the hungry, shower the
thirsty and buttress the needy:
To enlighten the insane and guide a
boat tossing and unsteady,
To prop up the falling, to efface
poverty, homicide and lethargy!
O God! I prithee to embolden me to
speak the truth,
Then, 'Heaven is mine at any cost.'-
is my unflinching Faith!
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GOD’S LETTER TO MAN
O my dear, loving children,
I render in your hands the mundane
Earth’s rein,
To take proper care of all other
creatures,
Abiding by the injunctions of My
Holy Scriptures!
You are my representatives ablest
and loyalest,
Who can feel My heaviest burdens to
unburden Me a little,
Who can efficiently and
indiscriminately lead the rest,
Who are blessed with the Reason to
earthly problems settle!
Sometimes, you have to undergo trial
and tribulation,
So that you will never follow the
path of breach and deviation,
You will never deem yourselves the
sole Masters of My Domain,
You will never blindly deprive
yourselves of returning to Heaven!
Hope, all of you will read and
remember my Maha Shivratri’s Letter,
And, you will try your utmost to
make the Earth of My Dream, better!
N.B: 1. The above poem is inspired
by Guruji Varada Shenoy’s post, “I KNOW NOTHING NOW. WILL SOMEONE TEACH ME WHY
WE ARE ON EARTH THIS LIFETIME?” TQ GURUJI.
2. Maha Shivratri is being celebrated
in Odisha, India today.
Glossary:
Mundane – about the physical world
Rein – controlling power
Abiding by - obeying
Injunctions – orders/instructions
Trial and tribulation – sufferings
Breach and deviation –
violation/breaking of moral code of conduct
Deem - consider
Domain – province/kingdom
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O GOD! LET ME NEVER BE AN UNINVITED
GUEST.
O God! Let me never be an uninvited
and unwanted Guest,
Who often poses as an unheeded
threat more like a silent, aching pest,
Like a bolt out of the blue, steals
the indignant Host’s respite and rest,
Escorted by litters and messes to
rob the pearly peace of the place in a haste,
Putting the prolonged practised
patience of the Host to an embarrassing Test
Under a universal platitude, “Oh! It
was indeed Time’s an unavoidable behest!”
O God! Let me never be an unasked
for and unwelcome Guest,
Who, like an unseen and piercing
nail under the shoe, doth ceasest,
The sweet ambience of the Host with
an uncalled for bleeding agony,
So soon accompanied by chaos,
disorder, indiscipline and cacophony,
Alas! Compels one of the million
parts of a Moment to pass like an Age,
Converts finally a happy haven of
the hapless Host into an unsound cage!
O God! Let me never be an unsolicited
and unaccommodatable Guest,
Rather let my due distance gush out
my Host’s fun, frolic and a jolly zest!
Glossary:
a bolt out of the blue – something
unusual that happens suddenly or unexpectedly
indignant – angry/ resentful
respite – relief
escorted by – accompanied by
litters – rubbish/ confusion
messes - untidiness
prolonged - long-drawn-out
embarrassing – uncomfortable
platitude – common saying
behest – command/ order
doth ceasest – does stop
ambience – surroundings
accompanied by – along with
chaos – disorder/ confusion
cacophony – disharmony
haven – safe place
hapless – unfortunate/ miserable
unsolicited – uncalled-for
unaccommodatable – who or which
cannot be accommodated
gush out – pour out in a large
quantity
frolic – merry play/merriment
jolly - cheerful
zest - enthusiasm
©Shankar D Mishra, 20.06.2018
O LORD JAGANNATH!
O Lord Jagannath!
Let me rely in, and practise
genuineness
Let me abstain from guilt, and do
confess
Let me put on a decency and honesty
dress
Let no mundane allurement ever me
enmesh!
O Lord Jagannath!
Let me walk on the path of truth and
veracity
Let me not borrow, but lend with
generosity
Let me not be indulgent to falsity
and futility
Let me ever adorn myself with
Virtue’s Beauty!
O Lord Jagannath!
Let, Thy Auspicious Annual Festival
Chariot
End in me chaos, uproar, violence
and riot!
Let Thy Holy Wheels run over the
sins of my mind devil’s
Let Thy Pious Glance do away with
all my dark, heavy evils!
O Lord Jagannath!
Let Thy unique Nine Day Long Chariot
Festival
Usher in my gloomy world a
renaissance and revival
Of peace, prosperity and
philanthropic fraternity!
Let Thy blessings revive in me a
redemptive Purity!
O Lord Jagannath!
Let Thy Divine Company restore in me
sanctity
Let Thy Bounty shower in my a
blissful gaiety
Let my Purity be my long solicited
Salvation’s surety
Let Thy Mercy bless me to be a
synonym of Eternity!
* rely – trust
* genuineness – realness
* abstain from guilt – remain away
from wrong deeds
* confess – admit mistakes
* put on a decency and honesty dress
– lead a decent and honest life
* mundane allurement – worldly
attractions
* me enmesh – trap me
* veracity – truthfulness
* be indulgent to falsity and
futility – be involved in false and useless activities
* adorn – be furnished with/be decorated
with
* Auspicious – favourable/holy
* chaos – disorder
* uproar –chaos/disorder
* violence – cruelty/violent
behavior
*riot – disturbance/unrest
* run over – crush
* mind devil’s – mind is compared to
a devil
* Pious Glance – virtuous/holy look
* do away with - finish
off/kill/destroy
* Usher in – bring in
* gloomy world – world filled with
darkness due to evil actions
*a renaissance– a new beginning
*revival – renewal/rebirth
* philanthropic fraternity –
goodhearted/generous brotherhood
* revive– renew
*redemptive Purity – cleanliness of
mind that brings redemption/salvation
* sanctity – holiness
* Bounty shower–rain of gift
*blissful gaiety – heavenly
joy/happiness
* solicited– requested/sought after
*Salvation’s surety
–security/guarantee of deliverance
* synonym of Eternity – be immortal
©Shankar D Mishra 14.07.2018
TO MY DESDEMONA
O my Desdemona, the very Venetian
dazzling damsel,
In your matchless Beauty,
undoubtedly, you supersede all and excel!
A million Monalisas lag behind
before your lasting lustre,
For, your are the brightest Star in
Beauty's luminous cluster!
Yes, you dominate the domain of
glittering grace,
The rest are miles away in the
bewitching Beauty's race!
You replicate mesmerizing Beauty's
irrefutable definition,
While your counterparts are merely
your shadowed simulation!
Oh! To your captivating Beauty, the
gaping, gasping eyes get glued,
Whosoever terms "You are smply
beautiful." must be biased and rude!
But, I perceive, and call you a
sprightly and spellbinding 'Fair Rose',
For, out of your galvanizing glance,
a soothing vernal breeze blows!
Thus, may your beacon of Beauty keep
shining and guiding forever!
May your Beauty sanctify the unholy
minds as cleanses worldly dirts a shower!
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27.07.2018
WHO IS A TRUE FRIEND?
Who is a true friend?
Who talks to you with harmful,
pampering words
Or, who feeds you heartily healthful
bitter-gourds
To save you from a sure, sweet-
felonious fiend?
Who is a true friend?
Who connives at your life’s ruinous
dregs
Or, who lifts you from the base to
the level of a Sage
To light your path and embellish
your poor, pale end?
Who is a true friend?
Who tends you to train you to remain
ever incorrigible
Or, who sips gladly the hemlock of
rancour to rectify you to be sensible
To enrich and enable you, never to
borrow, and ever to bountifully lend?
Let’s all the foster, with
sincere, loyal love, the sappling of a true friend
That, for his Moksha, can modify
him, and his rigid and grimy ways mend!
GLOSSARY:
pampering – taking care of someone
excessively
felonious – wrong
connives at - turn a blind eye to
one’s mistakes
dregs – [pronounced as ‘dregz’]
sediment/ the worst or last part of something
base – Here, it is used as a pun.
base – bottom; another meaning is lowest in standard
fiend - evil person
embellish - beautify
rancour – bitterness
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O ATALJI! INDIA WILL MISS YOU A LOT!
O Atalji! You were an Abou Ben in
Indian politics,
A strict and staunch follower of
high Ethics,
An austere disciplinarian and a
mature Parliamentarian,
In the real sense of the term, the
truest Samaritan!
O Atalji! Your unique and inimitable
oratory could be heard in chaos,
Bloods of Patriotism, selfless
public service flowed in your arteries, veins pious!
Your sensible, visionary, flawless
and unbudging decisions,
Made you one of Mother India's most
favoured and booned Sons!
O Atalji! You never pursued politics
for your personal gains,
You never trode a path cheap,
irrelevant, mean and non-sense!
You were born to serve, at crises
unperturbed and calm were your nerves,
Commendable were your catalyst's
character, spirits, sagacity, acumen and verves!
O Atalji! You have surely left
indelible footprints on the sands of Time,
That will, without doubt, shine and
guide as a Pole-star even in the most unfavourable clime!
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18.08.2018
A PRAYER TO LORD GANESH
With your infinite Mercy water in
the river ceaselessly flows
With your boundless Mercy man
abundantly incessantly grows
With your illimitable Mercy away
misfortune in an instant flees
With your endless Mercy happiness
smiles as the verdant trees!
Fathomless mains of sorrows turn
into nectar at Your graceful glance
Health, wealth, prosperity and
contentment do steadily enhance,
Your bounty rains to dispel the
dark, bleak and deadly ignorance
Your generosity keeps pouring on
earth the much needed sustenance!
May Your celestial blessings shower
on all till eternitty
May Your panacean blessings remove
all futile negativity
May Your rare blessings infuse
purity, loyalty and integrity
May Your unique blessings establish
love, harmony and humanity
May Your sublime blessings end
malice, jealousy, violence and cruelty
May Your sweet blessings protect the
Earth from all evils till perpetuity!
N.B: Lord Ganesha’s
significance in Hindu mythology Ganesh Chaturthi is believed to mark the birth
anniversary of the deity and is celebrated on the fourth day (chaturthi) of the
Hindu calendar month of Bhadrapada. Ganesha or Ganpati is the younger son of
Lord Shiva and Parvati. He is believed to remove obstacles (hence Vighnaharta,
one of his 108 names) and is invoked for blessings at the start of any
endeavour as the lord of good beginnings.
There are various stories about his
birth. One legend narrates that Ganesha was created by goddess Parvati out of
dirt and set to guard her privacy while she had her bath. When Ganesha stopped
Lord Shiva from entering their abode, he got angry and severed Ganesha’s head.
Parvati was heart-broken and to appease her, Lord Shiva fixed an elephant’s
head on the child and thus, the elephant-headed Ganesha came into being.
Another legend has it that Ganesha was created on request of the demigods to
remove the rakshasas (demons) who were hindering them .
The history of the festival
Its origins are related to the
freedom movement. Back in 1893, freedom fighter Lokmanya Tilak wanted to bring
people together to create a feeling of patriotism. At a time when the British
government frowned on Indians gathering together, Tilak urged people to
celebrate Ganesh Chaturthi publicly. Sources: Google published by the Hindustan
Times.
GLOSSARY:
* abundantly - richly
* incessantly – continuously
* verdant – green
* fathomless – immeasurable
*gracious – merciful
* panacean – a curative medicine for
all diseases
* futile – useless
* infuse – instill
* perpetuity - time without end
©Shankar D Mishra 13.09.2018
FRIENDS, LET'S DISCARD OUR PRIDE.
A man, who is perverse and proud,
Dwells in a "Misconception
Shroud!"
Alas! While staggering unsteadily on
a slippery ground,
He daydreams of flying like a
Jet the Universe around!
A man of Pride, getting affected
with opacity,
Always wrongly evaluates his own
capacity!
Being led by Caesar's
self-destructive overconfidence,
Alas! He digs his own ditch days and
nights in his inadvertence!
A man of Pride, like a hideous
slough, is loved and adored by none,
For, he overestimates of himself,
while underestimates one and all,
He does little, but blows
deafeningly, the Glory-trumpet of his own,
Alas! Replicating a buzzing Drone,
he builds himself an "Ill-famed Hall!"
Let's, thus, all discard Pride, and
be humane and humble,
Before it is too late for our
haughtiness, when we perish and stumble!
Copyright: Shankar D Mishra
26.09.2018
LET'S UNSHACKLE A CHILD.
Let not a child's feeling buds be
ever plucked,
Let not the path of a child's
success be ever blocked,
Let not the doors of a child's
dreams be ever locked,
Let not the world of a child's
happiness be ever rocked!
Let not the pure mind of a child be
ever alloyed,
Let not the tender thoughts of a
child be ever coiled,
Let not the sacred heart of a child
be ever soiled,
Let not the sweet simplicity of a
child be ever boiled!
Let a child ever fly with its free
wings,
Let a child ever move in its free
swings,
Let a child be made its own realm's
King,
Let a child be unshackled to play,
dance and sing!
Let no child ever be deprived of any
of the above,
So that this drab world can be built
a heaven of Love,
So that the same child must
reciprocate the same when its parents are children,
Thus, the cycle of Love can continue
like the bounteous Nature's Panacean Rain!
Copyright: Shankar D Mishra
10.04.2018
HOW A LITTLE GIRL TAUGHT HER MOTHER
A LESSON!
To her mother, a little girl said,
"Mama, I will neither study nor
go to school today."
Asked anxious mother, "But
why?", turning quickly red!
" I'll chase the butterflies
sucking honey, glad and gay!"
Then, mother grew angrier and rudely
retorted:
"If you skip school and keep
your studies incomplete,
I will surely scold you, stop your
food, and wont love but beat!"
Then, "Listen Mama, what I will
do." the precocious daughter replied.
"Mama", "If you
punish me, I'll cry so aloud,
That its echo waves will wake Papa's
sleep, in Cuttack,
And the warm Spring of my sad tears
will pinch him and attack,
And force him to reach us swimming
against its currents as a floating cloud!"
And will still not stop my tearing
torrents of tears,
Until both of your "Regretting
Sorrys" bring me back my cheers,
Until both of you kiss gently me on
my each tender cheek,
Until you pledge to feed me forever
your Elysian Love Milk!
Copyright: Shankar D Mishra 23.12.18
LET'S LISTEN TO WHAT "THE
TRIRANGA" SINGS!
Yes, the deep and dazzling Saffron,
does my proud forehead adorn,
It stands for the selfless Sacrifice
of your Forefathers, you must learn,
To practise. It too stands for their
untiring and inexhaustible Strength,
That loudly inculcates: "Those
who show It always win the field at length!"
Yes, the silvery White stands
composed and placid right in the middle;
To send one and all a sublime sense
of Truth, Peace and Purity,
To teach you all to keep in tact the
Nation's glory, honour and dignity,
Till ends your lives' journey
between the Grave and the Cradle!
Yes, the deep and ever glistening
Green stands at my Foot,
And wishes for the county's all
round Prosperity and fortified Fertility!
Without It, the wheels of Progress
will automatically come to a standstill,
Thus, all should salute to Its
significance with utmost reverence; and feel!
And, at the centre of my Heart,
stands poised the Ashok Chakra,
Its Twenty Four Spokes symbolize the
same number of Letters of Gayatree Mantra!
It emphatically propagates the Laws
of Righteousness and Auspiciousness,
The Sky, Ocean and universal Truth
Its Navy Blue hue does infer and profess!
*TRIRANGA - the Tri-coloured
National Flag of India
*In India, 26th January is
celebrated as the Republic Day, one of Its National Festivals.
Sources: Google
Copyright: Shankar D Mishra 26.01.19
Wishing you all a happy Republic
Day!
A SONNET THAT ALL VALENTINES WOULD
LOVE TO HUM!
Your curly, cascading hair coaxes
and caresses me,
Your placid, pacifying plaits do
pamper me,
Your flashy, fascinating forehead
fondles me,
Your bewitching, breezy brows do
baffle me!
Your exuberant, electrifying eyes
enchant me,
Your glittering, glazing glance ever
gloats me,
Your nice, nibbling nose nudges and
numbs me,
Your lovely, lithe lips lustrously
lull and lure me!
Your mellow, melodious mouth
mesmerizes me,
Your fine, flashy, fluorescent face
flattens me,
Your chaste, chuckling chest charms
me,
Your goggling, gaping grasp
galvanizes me!
Your hushing, hearty hug hypnotizes
me,
Your beautiful, bejeweled being
becomes one with me!
©Shankar D Mishra, 14.02.2019
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AN EARNEST CALL OF MOTHER INDIA TO
All HER CHILDREN!
O my dearest children,
I am sure, none of you shall ever
push me into the hands of a horrible bane,
None of you can encourage any
intruder to initiate a gory and bloody rain,
None of you can bear me ruled over
by any foreign devilish powers again!
O my dearest children,
None of you can hand me over to the
claws of an intolerable pain,
None of you can watch me roll and
wriggle down a very deadly terrain,
None of you can witnesses me
wretchedly culled by the Brutes like a hen!
O my dearest children, I am hopeful,
you all will hear my earnest call,
All will lie firmly like a buttress,
around my fortress, before it is forced to fall,
All, with unflagging spirits and
unwavering zeals shall stand defiantly tall,
That no more untoward incidents by
blood thirsty Ogres may be executed at all!
Thus, wake up, unite and take a
Bhisma's oath, my dearest children,
To shave off together the
anti-social elements to make India a peaceful Haven!
Copyright: Shankar D Mishra 18.02.19
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LISTEN TO ME, O MY CHILDREN!
Listen to Me, O my children! This is
not at all the right Time,
To wear the politically tainted
glasses of mutual rancour and prejudice,
To hypothetically pretend,
"Alas! The matter is sub Judice,
To treacherously garner own milage,
and recite the same cliched futile Rhyme!
Listen to Me, O my children! This is
not at all the proper Moment,
To sip like Socrates the venoms of
unprovoked massacre and torment,
To shed temporary and tarnishing
tears, and vociferate shallow slogans,
To light only the self consoling
candles, and let go Scott free the heinous Hooligans!
Listen to Me, O my children! This is
not at all the hour:
Like the timid and cowardly, to
scamper and cower,
To purse and sew you lips like a shy
and scared touch-me-not flower,
To succumb, and concede to be
blasted and collapsed like a dumb unarmed tower!
Listen to Me, O my children! This is
the time to retort to the bricks with the stones,
To crush the Brutes unitedly, and
unfurl my Tricolours in the trespassed Zonens!
Copyright: Shankar D Mishra 19.02.19
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WHAT THE HEARTS OF OUR MARTYRS ECHO?
Can our Martyrdom mitigate our
families' endless miseries,
Can their losses be recompensed with
any material treasuries,
Can the foreheads of our wives smile
again with their robbed crimson vermilions,
Can our orphaned kids ever get back
their martyred fathers in exchange for billions?
Can our family hurts be cured with
the pills of lip sympathies and pen compassions,
Can we return walking to our
bereaved parents, wives, daughters and sons?
Which technology can bring our
speeches back; which science can join our fleshes, veins and bones?
Can your grieved condolence
observances justly compensate our losses,
Can our posthumous Param Veer
Chakras make up for our incurable gashes,
Can your ostentatious fleeting
measures, and vain steps pass us any peace?
Who can pay our fateless families
duly what they will forever miss?
But, our losses can be reduced with
the removal of your biased political glasses,
And a unanimous demand for the
elimination of 'Terrorism' by the whole masses.
Copyright: Shankar D Mishra.
20.02.2019
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AH! AN UNFORGETTABLE FANI REMINDER!
Ah! So severe was the fury of the
most unpredictable FANI,
That It uprooted half a century old
trees of bread, butter and honey!
It, like the Pandora's Box, on the
East coast of Odisha, spilled the Seas of agony,
With Her cruelest wind blasts turned
a sunny May morning into cloudy and rainy!
Ah! So terrible was the most
unprecedented FANI's vicious Velocity,
That It, like the all devouring
Tongue of the most fatal ferocity,
Licked away all the smiling Huts and
the serene Mansions of prosperity,
With Her most turbulent Temper, and
extremely intolerable intensity!
Ah! So devastating was the Nature of
FANI's fiercest and most fulsome Forces,
That, in no time, It stole away the
stranded people's hard earned resources!
It too corroded too deeply their
normal lives' comfortable courses,
With Her bitterest banes, and
immeasurably irreparable curses!
Thus, FANI reminded all again,
"Man is ever at the Mercy of the Omnipotent Nature,
He is ever as usual a playable
Puppet in the mightiest Hands of Nature,
He is too powerless to overtake Her,
and too poor not to be at Her favour,
No matter how high Science soars,
and how long stretches Technology's sphere and structure!"
Copyright Shankar D Mishra 14.05.19
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YES, FANI WAS PARADOXICALLY THE BEST
EVER TEACHER.
Yes, FANI was paradoxically the best
ever Teacher,
For, She brought the same helpless
roof the poorer and the richer!
She taught all to remember by heart,
"None is greater than the Nature!"
And She made all never to forget,
"Pride is surely to sleep on a perishable stretcher!"
Yes, FANI was paradoxically the best
Preacher,
For, She dictated man to keep in
mind without fail forever:
"Do vanish, as bubbles, hatred,
ego, apathy, arrogance, intolerance and enmity,
Love, nobility, humility,
compassion, adaptability and fellow-feelings last till eternity!"
Yes, FANI was paradoxically the best
ever Chastiser,
Who proved to be, for the straying
and depraving man, the best Stabilizer,
Who proved, at last, Nature, not
man, is more powerful and wiser,
Who mocked at haughty man's
misconceived Omnipotent Visor!
Thus, unless man learns a fit lesson
from the recent classes of FANI,
He is to blame himself for his
consequent, inescapable, bleeding and baneful Agony!
Copyright: Shankar D Mishra 17.
05.19
A TRIBUTE TO YUVRAJ SINGH
You were a live wire like Jonty
Rhodes while fielding at Gullies, Points or Covers,
Your swashbuckling cover drives sent
to the rival fielders shakes and shivers,
Your lightning dives to stop the
balls on the fields brought the batsmen fevers,
Your flamboyant flying catches
enhanced your ever growing fans and fielding lovers!
You were an agile wind like Michael
Bevan while running between the wickets,
Your accurate throws sent many
batters back to the pavilions, hitting the stumps like rockets,
Your stunning match winning strokes
caused, for a many McGraths, jitters,
Your grit, gusty resilience and
sportsmanship spirit beat many unbeatable beaters!
Your contributions to India's three
World Cup wins were no ordinary feats,
On your classic Class and Calibre,
the NatWest Finals at Lords, shed ample and lasting lights,
Your six Sixes from six balls of
Stewart Broad have made you Cricketers' Lord,
Yes, your victory over your Lung
cancer was the greatest victory ever considered!
You will ever light like a beacon;
your name will be engraved on the evergreen Emerald,
You will fondly be adored as one of
the greatest All rounders in the Cricket World!
N.B. This poem is written after
YUVRAJ SINGH announced his retirement from international Cricket on 10th June
2019, after 19 years of his cricketing career.
Copyright: Shankar D Mishra 13.06.19
HUSH AND LISTEN! CORONA DELIVERS A
SPEECH NOW.
O humans! I am born out of your
hatred and cruelty towards the innocent animals,
Your absolute monopoly and despotic
domination over the Natural resources,
Your cold war among yourselves to
justify own fleeting, sordid supremacy over others,
Your mass misuse of the boons of
science, that's been dictated to bear many a curse!
O humans! I am the illegitimate and
bastard child of your wanton promiscuousness,
I am the outcome of your abject
disrespect to Nature, and defiance God's Omnipotence,
I am the tasteless, inedible and
unhealthy fruit of your recklessness and fearlessness,
I am the result of your rancorous
rivalry; craze for wild, frenzied and lethal Arms' race!
Why are you scampering helter
skelter madly scared of me, O my heinous parents?
Why are you burning midnight oils to
abort and kill me, O the so-called modern saints?
For, I am only one of benevolent
Nature's
minor and reasonable premonitions,
I am the mild chastiser to rectify
you, before befall the imminent ruinations!
Thus, it's up to you whether to
honour God and Nature, and adhere to virtues, love and humanity,
Before it gets too late to shed
crocodile tears when, to deface life on earth, reaches my ghastliest and
deadliest community!
Copyright: Shankar D Mishra 18.
03.20
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Premjit Singh Amar17 March 2020 at
14:38
Ink so unique ink so true words
woven together with reality and the plight of the animals so clearly mentioned,
the ruthless humans and their ruthless ways of destroying nature in every way. 🙏🙏
too good dear friend.
BALAKRISHNAN17 March 2020 at 18:11
Hi Shankarji, your timely special
dish with complete receipe to cherish by the readers according to their
interest to satisfy their taste buds is really appreciated. The readers eill
definitely understand the real corona virus's moto and how it is derived by it.
It's really a wonderful treat to be very much precautionary in the future
projects and developments of so-called Greats! I expect a 2nd/next part of your
poem containing the tips for the easy-escape from this and survival technic. It
will be very nice if it comes out in these situations from a blessed poet.
Because all poems are timeless- products of s good poet and it trumpets the
realities in its truth ever and ever so loudly that the coming generation will
definitely think twice before they leap. Thank you, Shankar ji. G.
MOTHER’S HEART
Oh! Mother’s heart?
It’s not merely a marrow, blood and
flesh part,
As most of us retain;
It is really unique, and quite far
away from any type of stain!
Move all over the world; still can
you come across anything,
More generous, more wondrous more
pristine, nobler and greater?
No, never. More captivating and more
fascinating they may appear,
None can suckle you with the life
sustaining milk; even if to suck gains others may cling!
Yes, the rest of world is a swarm of
the hoggish, piggish and greedy fleas,
But, Mother' Heart is a fountain of
bounty; and a sweet, succulent and safe hive:
The former drones around you to
hypnotize you and sting so as to snatch and seize,
While, She starves, toils and sweats
for your well-being, and prays for you to thrive!
Yes, none can replace Mother, a
never drying Sea of Mercy, next to the Almighty!
So far as Her unanticipatory,
magnanimous and immeasurable sacrifice is concerned!
None can surpass Her in Her Love,
Kindness, Chastity and inner Beauty,
For, She never curses, retaliates or
avanges you, despite being betrayed and burned!
Thus, let’s all bow, genuflect and
prostrate before Mother's Divine Idol,
And, let's never hurt Her Heart even
a little by breaching, shirking or misdemeanour;
Then only can rest in peace and
heavenly Bliss our grateful and blessed Soul,
Or else, we must incur God's wrath
to rut and atone in a hateful Hell forever!
Copyright: Shankar D Mishra 10.05.10
AN ODE TO MY LIFE'S MONALISA
Oh! Thy garishing gaze doth forever
galvanize,
Like that of Monalisa, thy devout da
Vinci,
To garish thee on his heart's canvas
to shine to immortalize,
As the Dark Lady had once spurred
Shakespeare's sensuous fancy!
Oh! A sweet smile on thy luscious
lips,
Doth enliven the wordy brush of thy
Burman to paint his much awaited masterpiece,
That had once turned Johnsy, a dying
unbudging pessimist into a staunch optimist,
As the amazing portrait of Portia
had once been for Bassanio's eyes a ravishing feast!
Oh! Thy enchanting vocal chord doth
supersede a nightingale's serene serenade,
And doth mesmerize me to embellish
and eulogize to my soul's content,
As the melodious songs of the cuckoo
had once an irresistible invitation sent,
And enraptured Wordsworth to capture
and treasure Hers in his life's vernal glade!
Copyright: Shankar D Mishra
26.12.2020
REALLY, MARIGOLDS ARE NO MATCH FOR
MY LOVE!
O my Love! The dancing Marigolds
ever falter to attract my prying eyes much closer,
Than the flourish of your beckoning
Beauty incomparable, irresistible and rare!
In truth, had Wordsworth beheld your
soothing smiles so inviting and galore,
He would not have exhausted his bins
of applause on the sprightly Daffodils any more!
O my Love! Alas! The lively and
lustrous blades of their lithe, golden lips,
Lag much behind before yours
enviably vivacious that my rapt heart fondly keeps!
Indeed, had Yeats seen you sitting
beside Maud Gonne, whose Pilgrim Soul caught him tight,
He would have been moved faster to
shower upon your magnanimity more poetic light!
O my Love! In reality, had
Shakespeare cast a glance at your enchanting cheeks and engaging chin,
He would have diverted his pen from
the Dark lady to you to eulogize them as a Cherubin!
For, the fragrance of felicity flows
not so much from them as perennially as from you,
And, they sail into oblivion soon
after the Spring, but you bloom in my heart's garden ever new!
Copyright: Shankar D Mishra
11.01.2021
O MY LOVE! THIS IS WHAT THOU ART TO
ME.
O my Love! Thou art the silver
lining of hope among the darkest clouds of despair,
That doth succour me past praise
like a pulley to surpass the humps with cautious care,
That doth promise me beyond an iota
of doubt the sunny days of comfort and mirth,
That doth assure me like a good
yield after the timely rains of bliss without any dearth!
O my Love! Thou art the healing balm
among the sorest lesions of topsy-turvies and sorrows,
That doth assuage the pinch of the
grief throes and predict a quick arrival of the merry morrows,
That doth prognosticate, "Your
painful days are over, and heydays are the matter of time,
My gentle touch and soothing care
will surely recuperate you to sing life's sweetest rhyme!"
O my Love! Thou art the prettiest
Rose in my life surrounded with the thorns of adversity,
That doth mitigate my pangs of sad
morbidity as Full Moon removes the blithe light's scarcity,
That doth remove my sombre solitude
as the reviving showers bring to the earth glee,
That doth end my sulky days of goom
as in the presence of the sweetest smiles the sourest tears flee!
Copyright: Shankar D Mishra
19.01.2021
O GOD! NO ONE CAN EVER.........
O God! No one can ever grow so tall
that he cannot bend low and bend before You,
No one can ever grow so rich that he
can buy the world designed and sculpted by You,
No one can ever muster so much
knowledge that he can teach You the moral, edifying Sermons,
And, no one can ever be so much
ingenious that he can create the Moons, the stars and the Suns!
O God! No one can ever manufacture
such lethal arms that he can beat the might of You,
No one can ever be so much erudite
and sagacious to hoodwink or deceive You,
No one can ever be so much judicious
that he can claim to be a judge in Your Supreme Court,
And, no one can ever legislate such
a Law that can shelter the culprits, and save the pervert!
O God! No one can ever be so much
generous that he can bless or gift You,
No, no, no one can ever dare to be a
tantamount contender to replace You!
Copyright: Shankar D Mishra
26.01.2021
O MY LOVE! WHY DO YOU MISS ME?
O my Love! Why do you miss me?
Do stealthily, like the cautious
Time, unlock and open your lovely heart's door:
You will be bewitched to find me
cuddled with you upon its cosy, cajoling floor,
You are adorned and embellished with
the glittering pearls of my sincerest love,
You are bedecked with the most
fragrant blossoms plucked from the Heaven's grove,
You are shielded with the strongest
walls, and treasured with the safest chest,
You are served with the richest
refreshments, fetched from Orchards one of the best,
You are entranced and embraced with
the coaxing arms of my blissful dream!"
O my Love! Miss me thus never,
For, just as a sprightly life and a
dynamic liver; a grand gift and a generous giver,
Soothing shade and a leafy tree;
steady buzz and a busy bee; and water and a perennial river,
Undoubtedly, I'm only yours; and as
the Polestar lives with the sky, I will be with you forever!
Copyright: Shankar D Mishra
27.01.2021
O GOD! HOW CAN WE WHINE AT YOU?
O God! How can we whine at You, Who
has brought me to a world of light,
Who has blessed us with beautiful
parents, loving siblings and kind kinsmen,
Who has created the delightful days
for us to sweat for breads, and to rest at night,
Who has gifted us with the four
major seasons like the Summer, Winter and Rain!
O God! How can we whimper at You,
because of Whom the Sun is hot at noon,
Because of Whom seems ever so
serene, silvery and shining the Full Moon,
Because of Whom the sugar canes are
born sweet, and the tamarinds taste too sour,
Because of Whom a million hearts
smile gaily in the presence of a charming flower!
O God! How can we whinge against
You, Whose Grace has engineered the Universe,
Whose Mercy ever spurs the towering
waves of the fathomless seas to sprightly dance,
Whose Compassion compels the demons
of calamities to desert the earth,
Whose Bounty is indispensable for
all to relish birth's beauty, and life 's mirth!
*Whinge - to express
dissatisfaction, pain, or resentment usually tiresomely
Copyright: Shankar D Mishra
24.02.2021
OH! WHAT A SMILE!
O my Darling! What a sweetiful
smile,
That captivates my gaping eyes to
marvel with awe, and revel for a while!
It seems surpassing the sweetest
sticks of sugarcanes with its irresistible taste,
It transcends even the serene
fluorescence of the Full Moon shining at Her best!
O my Darling! What a scintillating
smile,
That relieves me of the sores more
than the Egyptians' pangs are waned by the Nile!
It drives my dismal darkness away
like lightning with its halo of luminous sublimity,
For, it showers upon me the deepest
seas of serenity; and fetches me a floral felicity!
O my Darling! What a celestial
smile,
That promptly removes my painful
poverty with its selfless generosity!
It dictates my dolorous droughts to
take to heels; and pours on me pails of pleasure,
Thus, bows my heart with humility,
for being gifted with the world's richest treasure,
So that I can adorn myself
with love, warmth and gratitude forever,
And relish the heavenly nectar that
drops when the Sea hugs avidly a jolly river!
Copyright: Shankar D Mishra
31.03.2021
A TRIBUTE TO MANOJ DAS
Learn from the heavenly flowers
How to spread the smell of virtue
and nobility;
Learn from the inquisitive Manoj Das
How to overcome the ignominious
ignorance poverty.
Learn from the firm, unperturbed
Himalayas
How to weather with aplomb and
fortitude adversity;
Learn from the just, perseverant
Manoj Das
How to maintain self -respect and
dignity.
Learn from the benevolent and
bounteous candle
How to burn yourself to illuminate
all around;
Learn from the astute, articulate
Manoj Das
How to inculcate, enlighten and
astound.
Learn from the industrious, benefic
honeybees
How to sacrifice yourself along with
your savings;
Learn from the avid, studious Manoj
Das
How to foster to flap your knowledge
wings.
Learn from the lofty innocuous birds
How to soar in the high altitude;
Learn from the candid, detached
Manoj Das
How to cultivate a right attitude.
Learn from the pure, life-sustaining
water
How to nurture indiscrimination;
Learn from the observant, didactic
Manoj Das
What to do if you seek emancipation.
Learn from the commonplace cow dung
compost
How to enhance useful and harmless
fertility;
Learn from the voracious, votary
Manoj Das
How to develop callousness to self
cheap publicity.
Learn from the desireless,devout
Sudama
How to attain the beatitude and
Bliss;
Learn from the determined, diligent
Manoj Das
How to muster effortless mastery
over English.
Learn from a sincere, devoted
gardener
How to tend a sapling to grow and
blossom;
Learn from the master humorist Manoj
Das
How to paint with words to revamp
and reform.
Learn from a chaste, bereft Indian
widow
How to absorb acute pain and biter
sorrow shroud;
Learn from the Utkal's booned scion,
Manoj Das
How to make your Mother and
Motherland proud.
N.B: This poem was published in the
special Jan-June,2012 issue of "ROCK PEBBLES" which was exclusively
dedicated to Manoj Das of Odisha, one of the best-known short story writers of
the present times.
Thank u Majhi Sir for publishing my
poem in your highly esteemed literary journal of International repute.
Manoj Das was an Indian author who
wrote in Odia and English. In 2000, Manoj Das was awarded the Saraswati Samman.
He was awarded Padma Shri in 2001, the fourth-highest Civilian Award in India,
Padma Bhusan in 2020, the third highest Civilian Award in India for his
contribution in the field of Literature & Education.
Born: 27 February 1934, Balasore
Died: 27 April 2021
Education: Ravenshaw College
Awards: Padma Bhushan, Padma Shri
Movies: Aranyaka
Courtesy: Wikipedia
THE SONG OF A LABOURER
Alas! I am often misconceived of
selling myself,
Though, in reality, I am hired to
sell my honest service,
Though, by discharging my duty, I
earn my integrity-pelf,
Though, I squeeze my blood under the
sky, being many a piece!
I am as punctual as a flawless
watch,
Who can, to my contributions for the
society, duly match?
Alas! The sun and the Moon visit my
cottage in quick succession,
Though, only due to my toils, in all
houses, the cooking stoves burn!
Alas! The luckless kids of mine are
aliens to all modern amenities,
All govt. benefit schemes never
change our fates being realities!
Many lofty castles of hopes are
built for us in the unreachable air,
I am, indeed, born to care, but
never to desire my deserving share,!
This is the precarious song of my
wretched life in a nut shell,
I build heavens for millions albeit
I am forever an inmate of the hell!
*Albeit: although
Copyright: Shankar D Mishra 01.05.21
AN ODE TO MLPG!
Oh! In the evergreen garden of my
perennial love,
You are, beyond an iota of doubt, a
fragrant, fabulous and unfading marigold,
That sings more merrily than a
melodious cuckoo to my heart's elation untold,
And dances more gaily than the
murmuring ripples of a rivulet beside a lush grove!
Oh! In the sugary, succulent orchid
of my eternal love,
You are, past a shred of ambiguity,
a ripe, relishing and coveted custard apple,
That exudes to me more sweetness
than a soothing shower to a desert dry and drab;
That pours on me more elixir of
mirth than on an infant its mother's bosom, nectaric and supple!
Oh! In the frabjous firmament of my
fervent and undying love,
You are, without a speck of
suspicion, a shy, sincere and shiny Moon,
That unceasingly bestows upon me
more lights of affinity, felicity and fidelity than a Dove,
That is better known for its eternal
cascading of peace, and everlasting bliss raining boon!
Thus, who can deny, 'O MLPG' that I
am grateful to you for your infinite Bounty,
But for which I would have been 'a
hallmark of hollowness', and 'a grain chaffy and empty'?
*MLPG: MY LOVELY PYARI GUDIYA
Copyright: Shankar D Mishra 29.07.21
O MLPG! YOU ARE MY BEST EVER GIFT.
O MLPG! With the least ambiguity,
you are my best ever Gift,
Without which I would've been an
aimless and bewildered ship without rudder,
I would've been a chopper without a
propeller, and a skyscraper without a lift,
And in the uncertain and perilous
bivouac of life, I would've been a vanquished soldier!
O MLPG! With the least obscurity,
your unmatched love, is my richest chest,
Without which I would've been a
fallen Star with neither shine nor gleam,
My infinite Oceans of joy would've
been a pale, precarious and desolate steam,
Even in the most luxurious and
furnished palace I would've neither sleep nor rest!
*MLPG: My Lovely Pyari Gudiya
Copyright Shankar D Mishra
01.08.2021
Wishing you a "Happy Friendship
Day"!
O MY LOVE! YOU ARE ONE OF THE FINEST
FABRICS OF THE NATURELOOM.
O my Love! You are one of the finest
fabrics of the Natureloom,
For, in your blithe presence a
billion buds of Beauty so wilfully bloom!
Never do the dark blinds dare to
fall, or sadness sadistically looms,
For, on your august arrival, gallops
away all the agonising glooms!
O my Love! You are one of the
beatific beads of Nature's diamond rings,
Your Monalisan vivacity maddens
millions of monarchs, emperors, and kings!
You are a rare model of fairness for
the connoisseurs of aesthetic excellence,
Ah! Without you, Beauty lacks soon
much of Its inherent and inevitable essence.
Ah! A quick and gleeful glance of
yours, a world of beatitude brings,
Through your magical vocal chord, a
melodious Nightingale sings,
At your heavenly touch a cuckoo's
symphony resonates and rings,
Oh! Yours being in one's life is,
irrefutably, one of enviable blessings!
Thus, I thank you not more than He
Who has moulded meticulously for me you,
Who has made you to remain in my heart
forever, like dew drops fresh and new!
Copyright: Dr. Shankar D Mishra
10.10.2021
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DUSSEHRA – A SYMBOL OF POETIC
JUSTICE
Dussehra proclaims the death of evil
and malevolent spirits,
It blows aloud the triumphant conch
of Poetic Justice!
It puts a delectable fullstop to the
reign of horror and terror,
It assures the crippled-oppressed of
the end of tyrannous fear !
Dussehra ushers in a long awaited
dawn of sanguine light,
It relieves the innocent of their
inexplicable pain and plight!
It showers profusely permanent
peace, prosperity and delight,
Yes, It blesses Victory to the
minority Just, Honest and Right!
O Maa Durga! Let Dussehra not lose
its real purpose and fervour
Suffocated by the vain and
ostentatious pomp, and irreligious river!
Let it not be an opportune moment
for some to extract cheap mileage
Let it not bestow some with an
unwanted and uncalled for privilege!
Let it herald lasting harmony and
happiness for the coming days
Let it lead all, with true devotion,
Your fathomless Mercy, to praise!
© Dr. Shankar D Mishra 15.10.2021
O MY LOVE! I AM IN PIOUS LOVE WITH
YOUR SUBLIME SOUL.
O my Love! I am not in love with
your mundane, mutable and mischievous skin,
That is Pre-destined, one day or the
other, to travel to Nature's decomposition bin,
That normally seduces the common
multitude to a fleeting pleasure, and remorseful sin;
But, I am in constant love with your
unspoilt Soul, that is indeed pure, pristine and divine!
O my Love! I am not in love with
your rosy lips and dimple cheeks,
That are preordained, one day or the
other, to mingle with the Nature's creeks,
That usually intoxicate the carnal
impulses to suck the wine of sense gratification;
But, I am in consistent love with
your sweet, sublime Soul, that is past any contamination!
O my Love! I am not in love with
your bulgy buttocks and bulbous breasts,
That are foredoomed, one day or the
other, to perish as Nature's all mortal guests,
That generally madden the lewd water
fleas as the bliss-baneful fire tempts the moths greedy, frenzied;
But, I am in pious love with your
Elysian Soul, that can, by no force, either be killed or be buried!
Thus, may my love, O my Love, be
treasured with love for the sake of love alone,
And may all other emotions such as
fear, doubt and apprehension be put to oblivion!
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LET A REAL COMPANION NEVER BE
FORSAKEN!
A real companion accompanies you
when the selfish world insensitively abandons you,
He strives heart and soul to cut
your woes; and to multiply your happiness, unlike a few!
He becomes the very Staff that
supports you when you are about to hopelessly fall,
He turns for you the very Vision to
view, when That is callously plucked out by all!
Even though your real companion is
too poor to fetch you the needs you require,
His moral support, at the time of
your crisis, is invaluable and rare!
Despite being penniless, he proves
more useful to you than all material wealth,
For, he sacrifices his life without
fear or greed so that you can dodge death!
A real companion's compassion
compels you to give up despair and dejection,
His rays of optimism brightens the
darkest gorges in your crumbling life!
In his August presence, flee fast
destitution, desolation, isolation and negation,
In his absence, you are vigourless,
hopeless, desperate and vanquished in life's strife!
Thus, let a real companion never be
mistaken, shaken and forsaken,
Else, he returns never again even if
you shed remorseful tears of an ocean!
N.B. This poem is based on the
philosophy of Lord Krishna in the Hindi serial Radhekrishna.
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18.11.2021
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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!
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19.11.2021
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TRUE LOVE IS A PERENNIAL STREAM……
No Swords of Obstacles are sharp
enough,
To slice off the enduring Bond of
True Love!
No Gales of Obstructions are
powerful enough,
To put out the unflickering Beacon
of True Love!
No Humps of Impediments are tall
enough,
To slow down the unstoppable Pace of
True Love!
No Tempests of Bitterness are strong
enough,
To tumble the unyielding Orchard of
True Love!
No Winds of Adversity are cold
enough,
To freeze the transparent Lake of
True Love!
No Venom of Intrusion is effective
enough,
To spoil the pious Milk of True
Love!
Let, by no Negative Forces, the True
Lovers ever shiver!
Let the perennial and sparkling
Stream of True Love flow forever!
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O GOD! MAY MY PRAYER BE KINDLY
HEEDED TO.....
O God! Let me never learn by heart
the art of pretext or pretension,
Let me never live on the fulsome
food of falsehood or fabrication,
Let me never deal with the dastardly
curriculum of depravity or discrimination,
Let me never dip in a calumnious
confluence of diplomacy, duplicacy or degradation!
O God! Let me never dog the
deplorable steps of treacherous Mir Jafar,
Let me never lurk in the dubious
dark for a credulous bait or an undeserving offer,
Let me never toil to vanquish Dario
Cecchini in blasphemous butchery,
Let me never strive to surpass the
salacious and ill famous Byron in debauchery!
O God! Let me never fancy to
overshadow the abominable Adolf in ruthlessness,
Let me never garb myself with Asha
Ram, or Ram Rahim or Sarathi Baba's dirty dresses,
Let me never chase mirage-like money
to satiate the thirst of a gullible deer,
Let me never embark on a Vasco da
Gaman voyage to meet You as You are most near!
O God! May my prayer be kindly
heeded to with a Mother 's Heart, full of love, pity and care,
Else I'll surely perish like a
barb-shot swan, or like a fish "Out of the frying pan into the fire!"
Mir Jafar: Mir Jafar remains a
controversial figure in Indian history and has become a symbol of intimate
betrayal and treachery among Bengalis.
Dario Cecchini: Dario Cecchini (born
1955) is a leading contemporary internationally known Italian butcher from
Panzano in the Chianti region of Italy.
Adolf Hitler : Adolf Hitler was an
Austrian-born German politician who was the dictator of Germany from 1933 until
his death in 1945. He rose to power as the leader of the Nazi Party,[a]
becoming the chancellor in 1933 and then assuming the title of Führer und
Reichskanzler in 1934.[b] During his dictatorship, he initiated World War II in
Europe by invading Poland on 1 September 1939. He was closely involved in
military operations throughout the war and was central to the perpetration of
the Holocaust, the genocide of about six million Jews and millions of other
victims.
Asha Ram, or Ram Rahim or Sarathi
Baba: The trio, the self proclaimed Sadhus or Babas, hail from different parts
of India, but have been jailed after being found involved in various immoral
activities.
Vasco da Gama: Vasco da Gama was a
Portuguese explorer and the first European to reach India by sea.
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O MY LOVE! LET ME.....
O my Love! Let me bathe beneath the
sprinkling showers of your warm love:
To soothe the seething flames of my
ardent heart's burning stove,
To cool the boiling bubbles in the
tub of my strong emotions on my mind's furnace,
To comfort my parched skin, as the
Summer soil, by your serene embrace!
O my Love! Let me swim in the sweet
Sea of your deep and delicious love:
To explore legions of your untouched
and pristine regions,
To suck sugary solace, and quench my
thirsty, restive throb,
To relish Ambrosia like a hungry and
greedy butterfly in all seasons!
O my Love! Let me drown myself in
your chaste Ocean of fathomless love:
To dive head long until I have
reached the bottom of your jolly heart,
To mingle myself with you until we
have discovered life's greatest Art,
Until we have been able, the
toughest ever puzzle, to blissfully solve!
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27.11.2021
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WHAT IS WHAT FOR YOU MAY NOT BE THAT
FOR OTHER
What is left for you,
May be right for other.
What is dark for you
May be light for other.
What is down for you,
May be up for other.
What is a night for you,
May be a day for other.
What is East for you,
May be West for other.
What is the worst for you,
May be the best for other.
What is bitter for you,
May be sweet for other.
What is a harsh cacophony for you,
May be a pleasing tweet for other.
What is ugly for you,
May be lovely for other.
What is a part for you,
May be the whole for other.
What is a pain for you,
May be a pleasure for other.
What is a shame for you,
May be a treasure for other.
What is pungent for you,
May be delicious for other.
What is malicious for you,
May be scrumptious for other.
What is dust for you,
May be powder for other.
What is centre for you,
May be border for other.
What is a loss for you,
May be a gain for other.
What is an ass for you,
May be a plane for other.
What is odd for you,
May be even for other.
What is a hell for you,
May be a heaven for other.
Thus, what is what for you,
May not be that for other.
It is silly to weigh all on the same
scale
What may not necessarily be meant
for other.
© Dr. Shankar D Mishra 28.11.2021
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YES, I AM A MODERN MACAVITY.
Yes, I am a biped, modern Macavity:
An ignominious centre of macabre and
guilt,
A tautology for despicable
depravity,
Oh! On my filthy back all illegal
towers are built!
No human law is strong enough for me
to capture,
I am born to disobey, snatch, rob,
sin and torture!
With utmost care and sincerity, all
the offensive buds I tend and nurture,
Yes, my insensitivity hides are too
tough for the Conscience bullet to puncture!
I can effortlessly divert, distort,
deteriorate and dominate the rest,
I can elusively inject, infect,
pervert, run away and infest!
I can breach all the moral norms,
yet prove myself innocent and best,
I can digest all the crimes to win,
by hook or by crook, my mundane life's Test!
But, alas, I can hardly deceive and
dodge the unblinking eyes of Time,
He is ever vigilant and never
partial to spare me for my unforgivable Crime!
N.B: Sources of
information:Wikipedia
Macavity is a fictional character
who is described in a poem in Old Possum's Book of Practical Cats, by T. S.
Eliot. He also appears in Cats, the Andrew Lloyd Webber musical.
Etymology of the name Edit
The name Macavity is a pun by T. S.
Eliot, on the names of several characters from other works of literature :
Macheath, a supervillain who appears both in John Gay's The Beggar's Opera, its
sequel Polly and roughly 200 years later as Mack the Knife[citation needed] in
The Threepenny Opera written by Bertolt Brechtand Kurt Weill in 1928,
macuahuitl, the Aztec obsidian sword,[citation needed] and Moriarty, the
surname of a supervillain-scientist from the Sherlock Holmes stories by Arthur
Conan Doyle[1]. Lastly, the word 'cavity' implies a hole or void or absence of
something, and he is described in the poem as being "not there" at
the time or location of any crime.
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RESEMBLANCE BETWEEN A WOMAN AND A
ROSE
A woman and a Rose resemble in
beauty, softness, charm, grace and fragrance,
They unquestionably excel in their
respective unobtrusive passive resistance;
Life to them equally stands for
service, hospitality, humility and sacrifice,
Dedication and devotion ever teach
them to lead a life without greed or avarice!
Both ever selflessly toil hard to
make men happy despite being bloodily kissed,
Both ever strive heart and soul so
that their seeker's solace should not be missed,
Both enjoy life bleeding to get
their men's all missions well accomplished,
Sleeping on the beds of thorns of
manifold untold hardships, still content and blissed!
©️ Dr. Shankar D Mishra Bhubaneswar,
Odisha, India 04.12.2021
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O MY MONALISA!
O my Monalisa! Alas! Without you, I
am indeed a precarious pauper,
Turns stale and tasteless my hot and
scrumptious supper,
The fragrance of the blooms of my
bliss turns foul and odorous,
The mesmerizing music of showers
fail to spur to dance my peacock joyous!
O my Monalisa! Alas! Without you,
the main root of my hope soon withers,
The twins of doldrums and
despondency cut off my enthusiasm bird's feathers,
The elation of my moony night gets
darkened by an eclipse of insignificancy,
The bounding brook of my bouyancy
meets abruptly with a river of sad stagnancy!
O my Monalisa! Alas! Without you,
the shining sapphires turn shaggy, palid pebbles,
The scent of the sandalwoods seems
too commonplace as that of the bland brambles,
The melodies of the koyels turn as
drab, raucous and harsh as that of the crows,
The sunny days are replaced by the
dark nights; and the sweetest smiles by sourest sorrows!
How can then I, O my Monalisa, think
of an inconceivable separation from you,
For, how can the lonely oxygen of my
life exude water without the inevitable H2?
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Bhubaneswar, Odisha, India
08.12.201
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O CAPTAIN! NO CAPTAIN!
O Captain! No Captain! You can't
leave us marooned, and abandon,
You can't, with your saddest and
gloomiest departure, make us forlorn!
You can't urge us to rely, "A
darkest and longest night fell at a foggy, cloudy noon!"
We too can't accept the sourest
Bane, that was less than a year ago a sweetest Boon!
O Captain! No Captain! You can't
depart just before the victory vessel is ashore,
You can't, when you should soar at
the highest altitude, lie like a log on the floor!
You can't compel us to recite an
elegy while the chorus is rehearsing a Triumph Song,
You can't go so early, or we will
wail and our arch rivals will revel and grow strong!
O Captain! No Captain! Time can't be
so cruel so as to separate you from us,
Ah! Mother India can't bear to be
bereaved of another Vikram Sarabhai or Bose!
Thus, O Captain! Do wake up at this
instant to assure this to us all:
"I had an urgent meeting with
God with regard to our Country's safety and integrity,
And, I will soon alight from the IAF
Mi-17V5 helicopter with His missives celestial,
To join duty with more gallantry,
devotion, allegiance, patriotism and sincerity!"
N. B. This poem, inspired by Walt
Whitman's elegy, "O Captain! My Captain" is dedicated to late General
Bipin Rawat, India's first CDS (Chief of Defence Staff) who, along with his
wife Madhulika Rawat, an Army Brigadier, and ten others perished when an Indian
Air Force (IAF) Mi-17V5 helicopter carrying them crashed into a heavily wooded
area of the Coonoor ghat in the Nilgiris in western Tamil Nadu on Wednesday
afternoon, at about 12.20 pm on 8th December,2021.
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A BIRTHDAY WISH FOR MY LOVE
O my Love! May every moment in your
life be 'A Happy Birthday',
May your life be blessed with the
Sun's most rapturous ray,
May it be bestowed with the sweet
serenity of the Full Moon,
May it ever be a Spring for your
blissful heart's cuckoo to croon!
O my Love! May God replenish your
life's bin with as much glee as the Daffodils'
May He garnish your Cosmos of hopes
with abundance as the five Seas He fills!
May the lotuses of smiles bloom on
your luscious lips, and may the water lilies,
Embellish your ambrosial cheeks with
enduring charms, O one of the prettiest fairies!
O my Love! May the Panacean showers
of Peace drench you for felicity,
May Goddess Laxmi smile on you and
rain on you Her infinite drops of prosperity,
May you be blessed to be an
inspiring paragon of purity, honesty, loyalty and chastity,
May your rarest footprints be
followed by your tribes with love and devotion for eternity!
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Bhubaneswar, India 11.12.2021
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FRIENDSHIP
Hark! Friendship is a rarely seen
sheltering and caring Tree,
That everyone shall eagerly and
unquestionably agree!
Lo! It demands the least while it
offers a lot more,
It’s a modest apparel, that all
ought to, in life, wear!
Hark! Friendship is a salvaging Ship
that ferries us across life’s Sea,
Of the interminable Cycles of birth
and death!
Oh! It blesses both bountifully like
Portia’s Heavenly Mercy,
Only who have in “It” an unflinching
and unfathomable faith!
Friendship is a Panacean Stuff,
scarcely sold anywhere, or bought,
It is found to those who are
fortunate enough with a unique lot!
Yes, It’s a Compassionate Camel of
the destitute and desolate desert,
It is bestowed by God only upon the
fair, unassuming and the desert!
Thus, let’s all be resolved to
cherish to nurture and nourish It,
It’s as simple as A, B, C if we both
will, with a pure heart, a little bit!
Copyright ©️Dr. Shankar D Mishra,
Bhubaneswar, Odisha, India 16.12.20121
TILLERS
Tillers are the Fillers,
Hunger pang healers!
Rolling under the pulverizing penury
Rollers,
They feed the worldwide Rulers,
Millers and Sellers!
But, alas, Tillers are the soft,
easy and innocent preys,
Even if they radiate the Earth with
their hard earned grain Rays,
By the honest sweat of their brows
all moments, nights and days;
For, being the Victims of
Exploitation is their only rewarded wage!
Then, who can mitigate the Tillers’ soundless
and ever seething pain,
Who can clean their misery-stricken
malnutrition drain,
Who can feel the inaudible beats of
their crippled and anxious hearts,
And, who can, indeed, play under the
Sun, their ever unplayable parts?
Then, when will our dormant society
honour their honest labours,
When will our shrewd Minority cease
showing to them the virtual favours,
When will our civilized Masses stop
sucking the Earth's costliest blood donors,
And when will our Law Abiders end
hoodwinking the Globe's legitimate Owners?
Alas! Only legions of lip assurances
and oceans of pen compassions,
Can't be adequate enough for one of
the most awaited permanent solutions!
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Bhubaneswar, Odisha, India
23.12.2021
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MY CHRISTMAS WISH, O GOD!
O God! Let me first be a student
meek, obedient and humble,
Let my thoughts, like the Water of
the Ganges, be clean, pure and noble!
Let my actions, like the obnoxious
germs, never be ugly and abominable,
So that in the miry pond of life, l
may bloom, like a Lotus bright and appreciable!
O God! Let me first be a Teacher
well versed, disciplined and modest,
Let me own a virtuous character,
what is a must for all, to pass life's Ultimate Test!
Let me never be, for my fellow
beings, either a water hyacinth or a pestering pest,
So that I may please You to be
blessed, at last, with peace, contentment and Rest!
O God! Let me first be a human being
sincerest, strictest and staunchest,
Let me never deviate, for the cheap,
remorseful gains, from my Just pursuit, and Right Quest!
Let me, till my last breath,
tirelessly toil and persistently perspire my honest sweat,
That may succour me, in the long
run, to get a rare ticket to enter Your Heaven's Gate!
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Bhubaneswar, Odisha, India 25.12.2021
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THE CONCEPT OF A NEW YEAR
What do you mean by a New Year?
It's only one of the steps of Time
that lie bare for all of us to share;
It approaches punctually to be
trodden with love, sincerity and care,
It preaches us to preserve prowess,
and forgo lethargy, fatigue and fear.
What do you mean by a New Year?
It's only one of the uncountable
hairs on a hard dark skull;
It comes spontaneously to flourish
like the compatriots other,
And quietly return to the final
Abode as the former unnoticed fall.
What do you mean by a New Year?
It's only one of the sea's
ceaseless, swelling surges;
It's resolved and determinate,
against all odds, to reach the shore,
Before receding, with the Absolute
it obediently mingles and merges.
What do you mean by a New Year?
It's only one of the leaves of the
Book of the ever rolling and unspoilt Time;
That is, since time immemorial, open
before all eyes to read and remember,
"Vice is venomous and
perishable, but vital is Virtue in Veracity’s permanent regime.
What do you mean by a new year?
It's only the amongst innumerable
stars a Sun;
That restlessly and selflessly
teaches us ever "Scorch sins to light your Souls, my dear,
Or else, your bleak world of gloom
and guilt will bring forth your instant ruination.
What do you mean by a new year?
It's nothing other than a concept of
the mind;
It transcends the horizons of the
Old and New, hence, do solemnly swear:
"I'll, like Ben Adhem, love
fellow men, live for the world and save the mankind."
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Bhubaneswar, Odisha, India
31.12.2012
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AN EXAMPLE ON SUPERSTITION
Father used to perform Shradha
annually
To pay to ancestors a token of love,
respect and homage
With all prescribed rites and solemnity.
He would never fail to cover up cats
the unruly
Lest they should profane the
offerings causing impurity.
Alas! The son was least aware of the
cats’ episode at an early age.
After father’s demise as he grew up
to practise the same
The most abiding son left no stone
unturned
But, alas! Now there were no cats,
and what a shame!
He urged his wife and kids ignorant
and unlearned:
“Go out and fetch the complements to
be baskets under
Else, I’ll shirk, Shradha will be
incomplete and sin I’ll incur!”
No sooner did the kids return, after
a sweating search, with the cats
Than the anxious father, beamed with
a smug smile, uttered ‘Congrats!’
* complements – the literal meaning
is without which something/someone is incomplete. Here ‘cats’ are the
complements.
* Shradha – annual functions as
offerings, with Vedic rituals and worshippings, to the souls of the deceased of
the paternal or maternal family
YES, BEAUTY BLUSHES AT THY BEAUTIFUL
GLANCE!
Ah! Thy succulent apple-like cheeks,
Irresistibly invite me for a sweet
kiss!
At thy bud-like lithe and pink lips,
My relishing heart ever ardently
peeps!
At thy pitch, velvety and silky
eyebrows,
Sky high my lusty Love flame
steadily blows!
Thy new-born leaf-like tender chin,
Does beckon me to leap upon it and
lean!
Ah! Thy spongey, captivating and
chaste chest,
Adorably and enviably seems to me
the very best!
It swiftly steals my sleep, and
quickly robs my rest,
Ah! It insists me on to make you my
life's eternal Guest!
Yes, Beauty shyly blushes at thy
beautiful glance,
To have thee in one's life is surely
a celestial chance!
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19.04.2018
TO THE CUCKOO - THE ETERNAL FLUTE OF
NATURE!
O the eternal and euphoric Flute of
Mother Nature!
Thou ceasest never thy symphonic
shower,
Thou dost bless the Earth with thy
ethereal rapture,
Thou dost compel the common
commotions to cower!
Oh! Thy mesmerizing melody from the
dawn,
Doth keep enthusing the earthlings
till sets the Sun!
The unhealthy and unpleasant worldly
honks can't rip,
Thy strong and serene serenade's
imperturbable grip!
Since the beginning, men do come,
and men do go,
But, thou wilt continue thy
celestial singing show!
Nothing can stoppeth thee from thy
spellbinding entertaining,
For, thou art the mundane music
world's the ever unrivalled King!
O the unmoved and unswerving
Creature of Nature!
The Earth bows before thee, for thou
art the best Guide and Teacher!
Should the mankind practise an ounce
of thy inimitable nature,
The Earth shall be a Heaven, and the
poor terrestrials shall be richer!
Copyright: Shankar D Mishra
23.04.2018
LET'S ALL LEARN FROM THE KOREAN
UNION!
Yes, no animosity is too bitter,
To last for eternity and forever!
The glaring example of it,
Is the last devastating Korean War!
The rigid and rasping rancour of
over Six Decades,
Got, yesterday, dissolved in a few
unforgettable seconds,
As hugged the two hands and embraced
the two State-Heads,
After they swore to stop the gory
and brutal bloodsheds!
Let's all today learn solemnly, at
the earliest, to do our utmost and best:
To plant the saplings of Love to
elongate the breath of the Earth,
To shut the factories of
intolerance, envy, weapons and wrath,
We should, before too long,
blatantly and blindly end ourselves lest!
Let's all learn without fail from
the incredible and ecstatic Korean Union:
"Love, the ultimate Saviour of
the Earth, leads the rest in the long run!"
Copyright: Shankar D Mishra
28.04.2018
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LET'S TAKE AN OATH ON THE HOLY
BUDDHA PURNIMA DAY!
Let's receive a redeeming Ray of
light,
From the luminous Light of Asia;
Let's sip a delicious, decisive
draught,
From His Enlightenment Ambrosia!
Let's ever practise His principle of
Universal Fraternity,
Let's love and respect the whole
humanity;
Let's douse the flames evil forces
with the cooling water of healing compassion,
Let's destroy, with peaceful arms,
the devils of violence, and deadly discrimination!
Let's live like the helping props
for the needy and the crippled,
Let's be the relieving supports for
the destitute creepers disabled;
Let's sprinkle the rare Nectar of
Love in the disintegrating society,
Let's ward off hatred, spite,
exploitation, pain, fear and anxiety!
Let's take this solemn oath on the
holy Buddha Purinma Day,
Let's seriously mould our subtle
minds of very raw and delicate clay!
Before it rains cats and dogs, let's
now sensibly make hay,
With the warmth and heat of what
Lord Buddha does say!
N.B.: Buddha is called the Light of
Asia.
Copyright: Shankar D Mishra
30.04.2018
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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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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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FOR THE THEISTS, "I AM IN
EVERYTHING, AND NOW HERE!"
You can perceive Me in the relishing
relief as well as in the excruciating pain,
You can feel Me in the tumultuous
tempest as well as in the sweet, soothing rain!
You can find Me when you are
blissfully glad as well as when you are morose,
You can cognize Me the pinches a
piece of pin as well as when dances gleefully a rose!
You can perceive My presence at the
Everest peak as well as at the bottom of the Seas,
You can hear Me in the melody of the
cuckoo as well as in the droning of the bees!
You can feel Me among the thickest
and the remotest clouds in the flight,
You can find Me in the dense
darkness as well as in delightful light!
You can perceive Me in the deadly
diseases as well as in the reviving remedies,
You can feel Me in the heart rending
cries as well as in the spell-binding melodies!
You can find Me in the devastating
disasters as well as in the honeyed heydays,
You can cognize Me inside the
shallow pots as well as inside the unfathomable Bays!
Thus, for the atheists "I am in
nothing, and nowhere! "
While for the theists, "I am in
everything, and now here!"
Copyright: Shankar D Mishra
23.07.2018
THAT’S WHY THOU ART CALLED GURU.
O the Great and Unique Redeemer of
the Universe!
Nothing in the prodigious
contrivance of the Theo
Is so heavy as Thou art which thy
very ‘Label’ infers.
O the sole Dispeller of the whole
darkness of ignorance!
Thou art made up of unusual
ingredients and stuffs
To revive the dormant, spread peace
and knowledge enhance.
O the charismatic Remover of the
perturbed public pains!
No mundane medicines can be as
panacean as Thine
To eliminate desire and render
relief from the rigid chains.
O the Divine Delegate on the
transitory earth!
Neither do I eulogise nor Flatter,
Thanks Lord Krishna!
To prompt me to pen what’s only the
sooth.
O the transcendental Torch Bearer of
my long loose life!
I beg nothing but Thy grace to
vanquish this interminable strife.
N.B: THE FULL FORM OF GURU: Great
and Unique Redeemer of the Universe
For lack of time, I am extremely
sorry for being unable to give the meanings of difficult words. Please bear
with my helplessness.
©Shankar D Mishra 05.09.2018
WHEN AND WHY DOES A CROWN TUMBLE
DOWN?
When the Driver of Democratic State,
Gets driven by bureaucratic
obstinacy and discrimination,
Whither does the deprived
passengers' Fate
Head to? Towards an inexplicable
destitution!
When the Driver of a Welfare State,
Dictates as a ferocious and blind river
in spate,
What befalls the suppressed,
repressed and hapless masses?
They are destined to be drowned
beneath the suffocating waves' lashes!
When the Protector of a sovereign
Fence turns its persecutor,
Pursuing the the footprints of an
unkind and autocratic Hitler;
What should be the outcome of such a
dictator deaf, dumb and tall?
His confident Crown must tumble
down, and his selfish Sceptre must fall.
Then, what is the fit lesson for his
Kinsmen and Successors?
They shall never dare to incur their
kind Kingmakers' Curse.
Copyright: Shankar D Mishra
25.09.2018
AN IMARAT OF FALSEHOOD
Hark! It's incredibly true that an
Imarat of Falsehood endures not for good,
For, it takes no time to tumble and
turn into debris in front of a breeze gentle,
To put its bragging Architect into a
scathing shame, deep loss and agonizing stress mental,
Even if, from a distance, it looks
lustrous, luxurious and alluring to be sillily misunderstood!
Hark! An Imarat of Falsehood is
without the slightest qualm and suspicion,
Built on the foundations of
hallucination by a foolish and remorse wooing perception,
Which lasts lesser an instant than a
bubble does only to feed his fleeting reverie,
And leads him to land at length on a
hellish
Purgatory to suffer to redeem for good!
So, O God! Let me be bounteously
blessed with a humblest hut of truth and honesty;
That'll be resistant to the
deadliest rains, the coldest hails and the grimmest quakes,
Which can mock the Fury of the
nuclear fission that blasts the globe and wrecks,
Where will ever prevail bliss,
beatitude, peace and transcendental tranquility!
*Endures not for good - does not
last long
Tumble - fall
Copyright: Shankar D Mishra
27.12.2020
MY FIRST POEM OF 2021
SHOULD THIS TREND CHANGE......
Isn't it right the goods or the
fabrics they are made from or of,
Are nothing but the same,
Yet, we are stubbornly and gullibly
fascinated and caught hold of,
By the gaudy and dazzling wrappers
of a so called unaffordable, imported brand name?
Alas! Our same extravagant and
prodigal hands tremble, stagger and shake,
As soon as begs us an anxious beggar
for alms; or beseeches a Sadhu or a Fakir,
To gift generously for the former's
starved family's empty stomachs' sake,
Or, to donate the latter so much
freely for Charity, Pooja, Bhog, or Prasad Khir!
Should this incorrigible trend tend
to change fast after the year Two Thousand Twenty,
Heaven can't be a distant and an
inaccessible place on Earth, I will avouch with guarantee.
Copyright: Shankar D Mishra
02.01.2021
O MY LOVE! LET'S SOAR FASTER.
O my Love! Let's soar to a State
faster than light, and higher than the clouds,
Where, the din of the mundane
worries and anxieties, the sweet serenity shrouds,
Where we can quench our thirsts
drinking the delicious draughts of Elysian ecstasy,
Where we can mitigate our hearts'
hunger forever guzzling the elixir of peace!
O my Love! Let's soar sooner to a
realm to heal our wounds of worries with our panacea of Love,
To relieve ourselves of the ominous
glares reclining and rejoicing on the chariot of Dove,
To solve smoothly, with our
foolproof startegies and stratagems, life's inscrutable mystery,
To forget forever the sores of
sorrows singing blissfully the ballads of our Love's victory;
Yes, O my Love, to get rid of tedious
monotony, and humdrum hallucinogen,
And to befriend beatitude; embrace
euphoria as the eternal denizens of Heaven!
Glossary
din - noise
Elysian ecstasy - heavenly happiness
guzzling - eating too much
elixir - nectar, ambrosia, amrut
ominous glares - inauspicious/unholy
look
reclining - relaxing
rejoicing - feeling a great joy
stratagems - plans
inscrutable - hard to understand or
interpret
ballad - a song that tells a story
monotony - dullness, cheerlessness
humdrum - boring
hallucinogen - a substance that
produces hallucinations/illusions
beatitude - a state of utmost bliss
or joy
euphoria - happiness
denizens - dwellers, citizens
Copyright: Shankar D Mishra
06.01.2021
AN AHMED'S ARDENT APPEAL TO MUHAMMAD
(1)
O God! Will You be kind enough to
make me one of the biggest Oceans,
So that I can drink all the mundane
waters of filth, toxins and bitterness,
So that I can constantly contribute
most to the ceaseless cycles of life rendering rains,
So that the Mother Earth can put on
more green costumes, that every life sustains?
O God! Will You be kind enough to
make me one of the tallest mountains,
So that I can hear calmly the
deafening thunders of life's complaints,
So that I can bear with patiently
the rage of the lightning that chars, dents and faints,
So that I can become a holy home to
the fauna and flora, minerals, gems and Saints?
O God! Will You be kind enough to
make me one of the brightest Stars,
So that I can keep myself burning to
dispel darkness and generate light,
So that all the glooms of vicious
spirits can be vanquished easily in life's stiff fight,
So that I will never be cursed for
my evil deeds to suffer till eternity behind the bars?
Copyright: Shankar D Mishra
07.01.2021
TO AN ETHEREAL ANGEL UPON THE
EMERALD WAVES.....
Oh! Upon the emerald waves of
serenity,
Dost thou tread, like an ethereal
Angel, in pursuit of an Ambrosian bliss;
Moving far away from the mundane
mire and sordid morbidity,
To mingle with Immortality
cherishing an unwavering wish!
Oh! The picturesque beauty of the
yonder horizon,
Fills thy euphoric heart with peace,
harmony and elation;
Thou dost seem adoring the Nature's
inscrutable Creation,
And pay Her thy utmost obesciance
with the sincerest submission!
But, thou hast, o my Love, become a
brimming Stream of joy for my dreaming heart,
Thou hast, with thy infinitely
blissful company, like a soft, soothing breeze, brought,
Me the smiles of blithe blossoms;
the shines of the Full Moon, and the solace of Salvation,
Thus, dost thou say, o my Love! How
canst thou be, like a nightmare, thrown into oblivion?
Copyright: Shankar D Mishra
18.01.2021
BETRAYAL
Betrayal is a treacherous, lethal
snake-bite from the back,
Until stinging, it keeps the
vulnerable prey in the fatal dark.
Its deadly teeth are sharper than
those of a giant shark.
Once caught in its mortal grip, it’s
too tough to inch back!
Betrayal keeps the prey under
susceptible infatuation,
It casts on him an unwary, alluring,
hypnotic fascination,
It clamps its viciously entrancing,
enticing stamp on him,
Until his last breath, it enthralls
him with a sham charm!
The portrayal of betrayal is
tedious, tiresome and tough,
Cheaters adorn themselves with this
hideous slough.
They hoodwink the innocent by their
hallucinatory game.
Oh! They are devoid of scruple,
pity, humanity and shame!
Hark! To keep yourselves immune to
this baneful betrayal,
You must neither be credulous nor be
easily gullible.
You must stop thinking that all
types of oil is edible,
You must learn to be more mature,
sensible and practical.
The betrayers must be timely picked
and duly pricked,
They must be taught an unforgettable
and lasting lesson,
They must be chastised for a revived
and refined incarnation,
To protect the innocuous from being
perfidiously kicked.
* chastised –punished * innocuous –
innocent * perfidiously - falsely
© Dr. Shankar D Mishra 20.10.2021
HOW REAL THE MODERN MAN'S LOVE FOR
THE ENVIRONMENT IS?
Oh! Our sham Love and phony Concerns
for the Environment is so much,
That for a bed or a door, we either
cut a Eucalyptus, or a Teak tree touch!
We substitute soil spoiling urea in
place of Compost, for fast, abundant Yields,
And we fondly poison with the deadly
pesticides our ever venerable Fields!
Oh! So much our forged Love and
feigned Affection for the Environment is,
That we wantonly hunt the animals
and birds for food as well as for infinite pleasure!
To construct a solid concrete and
tiled jungle we mercilessly fell countless tress,
We erase hills and mountains by
bombing and bulldozing as we shave with a razor!
Oh! We have so much pseudo Love for
and hollow Affinity with the Environment,
That we can't spare Fridge, Flight,
DJ for a second, for comfort and entertainment!
To be the Super Powers, we exhaust
the mines; manufacture the ghastliest weapons,
And ever purify the Rivers, Seas and
Oceans with the sewage and affluent in tons!
Whose Love for the Environment can
then be more real than the Modern Humans'?
Who else can match Man's platonic
Romance with the Environment even in an ounce!
Copyright: Dr. Shankar D Mishra
22.10.2021
I HAVE STILL BEEN WAITING FOR THAT
DIWALI NIGHT.
Oh ! I have still been waiting for
that delightful Diwali night,
When there will be no dark fumes of
crackers but Diya light;
There will be no grave growls and
heinous howls of noise-nuisance-Devils,
There will be no more hazardous,
polluted pleasures and man made toxic Evils!
Oh ! I have still been waiting for
that delicious Diwali night,
When the rampant ignorance will no
longer put Knowledge in plight;
When the real sense of celebration
is no longer spoilt by explosions,
When there will be no more
tormenting the vital Ozone Layer's erosions !
Oh ! I have still been waiting for
that harmless Diwali night,
When there will no more be the
reigns of deafening Ogres at sight;
When there will be a much relieving
release of the choked Nature,
When men will be ecstatic by ending
others' pain by lending heavenly rapture !
Thus, let's all say 'No' to a wild
and destructive Diwali celebration,
Let's illuminate, like Diyas, for a
long and sound life of the whole creation !
Copyright: Dr. Shankar D Mishra
03.11.2021
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WHEN YOU GROW OLD!
When the chilly and shivering winds
of your old age starts to blow,
When the sprightly and leaping
spring of your vivacious youth ceases to flow,
When the midday sun of your enviable
Beauty sets slowly to low,
When all the false, fleeting and
fallacious flatterers quit you alone to go,
You will feel ruefully then the
never fading beacon of my True Love still steadily glow!
Oh! When you bend down under the
burdens of old age infirmities and remorse,
When you walk like a snail, leaning
on a staff, O the bygone days' blooming Rose,
When you stand, like a stranded
ship, on your solitary verandah to view the kids' plays and soars,
When you bless the newly married
couples to begin in life a blissful course,
You will feel ruefully then that the
never drying sky of my True Love still selflessly pours!
Oh! When you overhear every night
your son solicit your daughter in law in vain,
"Please stop replying to your
old chats, and resuming your new ones, for it's already four and ten!"
When she retorts rudely then,
"Ah! I can no longer listen to your clichéd complaints again and
again!"
You will feel ruefully then, "O
that I, too, in my youth, had listened to my Yeats' advice to avoid my present
pain!"
N.B. This poem is inspired by W.B
Yeats' poem "WHEN YOU ARE OLD." addressed to Maud Gonne whom he loved
but couldn't marry her, for she didn't accept his love till end.
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THE MANSION OF MONEY
In the Manison of malicious
money reigns never transcendental Love;
A seed of solace sprouts never on
its sterile soil to grow a tree for a Dove,
Where She can build Her sweet home
to give birth to the kids of Ecstasy,
To croon to them the sublime Sermons
of humility, charity and courtesy!
In the Manison of malevolent money
dwells never the Grace of God;
For, it's worse than a dingy sty,
where the vital roots of purity are withered,
Where the leaves of compassion are
ever dried yellow, and are about to fall,
Where the windows of humanity are so
short, and the doors of infidelity are too tall!
In the Manison of malignant money
dwells an Ozymandias like Megalomaniac,
Who weighs the world only on a scale
of opulence, mean, mundane and demoniac; Whose wide awake, ominous and owlish
eyes are blind to insanity and impropriety, Even if he leads a life of imperial
poverty, and ends it in a vain futility!
O God! Let me never be enticed and
ensnared by a mischievous Mansion of money,
The modern man's sweetest Honey, his
most beloved Crony,
For, I'm well aware of its most
murderous and invisible fang,
That ever leaves its votaries stung
more brutally and fatally than the bite of Fani.
*Megalomaniac - a pathological
egotist, that is, someone with a psychological disorder with symptoms like
delusions of grandeur and an obsession with power. We also use the word
megalomaniac more informally for people who behave as if they're convinced of
their absolute power and greatness.
N.B. Glossary and picture courtesy:
Google
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09.11.2021
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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, carnal 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!
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RAIN CLOUDS IN MY LIFE
Oh! Many rain clouds do come and go,
Over the hard and barren fields of
my life!
A few accompanied with thunder hover
over me to rain,
But, alas! Most even before
beginning to drizzle, do forgo!
Some do promise of copious happy and
success rains,
Some do assure of abundant progress
and profit grains,
Some even show the dreams of
imminent trips to the Heaven,
But, alas! All leave me alone at and
before the hour of eleven!
Often, as I waggle my parched tongue
to charge them with betrayal,
But, stay I stunned and tight lipped
by their diplomatic excuses’ portrayal!
Some blame to ‘no evaporation’, some
to ‘ill-health’, or to ‘an unwilling sleeping’,
Some pitying with my ‘bad-luck’,
teach me the greatness of waiting and gaping!
But, the clouds of Divinity, unlike
the rest, do ever, fulfill my wants of water!
So, who else does rain or not, on
the sterile fields of my life, does never matter!
Glossary:
Hover - float
Forgo - give up/ go without
Copious – plentiful/ much
The hour of eleven – eleventh
hour/last moment
Waggle - move from side to side
Gaping – staring with wide open
mouth, as in wonder or surprise
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TO MY DEAREST CHILDREN
O the most tender and promising buds
of the imminent future,
Do get ready to come out of the
gravid uncertainty Stems!
Do wait for basking in the
nourishing rays of the knowledge Sun,
And becoming soon, like the Earth
Tree’s dazzling and distinguished Diadems!
O God's costliest Gifts! Never get
either dampened or dispirited,
In the face of the bitterest and
trying trials of the most adverse climate;
For, they are the necessary
encumbrances in life for your own weal,
To fortify you enough to swing like
the ripe and mellow apples early or late!
O the supplest Sapplings! Never
anticipate in life to be sweet and delicious,
Without absorbing heat, rain and
cold - an inevitable natural need,
For, all those who, you will behold
and believe then, hang gleefully now,
Had once overcome like you the
toughest hurdles and steepest cliffs indeed!
O my dearest Children! You may
accept me or not, but this is your life's Success Secret,
Those, who sincerely abide by my
Sermons, shall be, without a speck of doubt, Great!
Copyright: Shankar D Mishra 14.11.19
FALSEHOOD PRACTISED FOR FUN PROVES
FATAL IN THE LONG RUN!
A young lad called 'Radhua' used to
the local pastoral forest,
His herds of goats and sheep grazed,
while the fat tree branches, he would rest;
He would relish varied nuts, and
mouth watering fruits and roots in all seasons,
His days were spent happily
throughout the year for valid reasons.
Once, obsessed with a mischievous
whim, he plotted to make fun of the villagers:
Thus, he'd climb the tree tops and
shout, 'A tiger pounced upon my herds to rob my treasures!
I will be thankful to those who will
come to my rescue at this critical juncture,
Those who heard about his pitiful
cries, rushed, but returned shocked seeing his false, funny caricature!"
He duped the credulous simpletons
thrice with his same indecent and incorrigible pranks,
Thus, the innocent, angry and gaping
rescuers exited with ironical 'Thanks "!
But, to Radhua's utter disbelief and
dismay, a real tiger came and killed half of his herds the very next week,
Hence, he returned home sobbing as
none came to his help, quipping 'We'll no longer be fooled by your old b
Trick!'
Then, Radhua tore his hair, in vain,
in despair, and cursed himself for his fun,
And he earnestly asked us to learn,
"One must face the music for following Falsehood, in the long run!"
Copyright: Shankar D Mishra 04.09.19
THE MYSTERY OF A BLIND MAN'S LAMP!
Once, there lived a man who had
been, since birth, blind,
Still, you will not often come
across his praiseworthy presence of mind!
His outstanding Wit will promptly
prompt you to wonder and gape,
And you will, with pleasure, be glad
to follow his intelligent step!
One night, the blind man happened to
go out to shop some urgent goods,
For, if he stayed at home, he would
starve to death, without foods!
Thus, he lit his dark dispelling
Lamp; held his stick and stepped out,
Who was greeted, on the way with a
'Good Evening' by a man shrewd and stout!
The chap soon showed his silvery
smiling teeth, and then did quip and swell,
OMG! I didn't know you were as blind
as the night, and an ass-foolish as well!
For, do tell, "What's the
benefit of burning the fuel in the Lamp you carry,
While you are staking and groping
through the dense dark in a lightning hurry?
Surprisingly, the blind man's apt
retort was sharper than a doctor's razor,
That sewed up the taunting Lips and
the tantalizing Tongue of the Teaser?
"My sagacious friend, I am
carrying in the dark a Lamp lighted and glowed,
So that people like you will not
bump into me, and I can safely cross the road!
N.B. This poem is inspired by a
passage published in Holy Faith English Grammar book.
Copyright: Shankar D Mishra 24.06.19
OH! THIS IS WHY THE WORLD CALLS
GANDHIJI, 'MAHATMA'.
One morning, Gandhiji was busy
spinning at his spinning wheel, focused and calm,
When he heard a gentle knock at the
door of his humble and serene cottage;
He then said, "Whosoever knocks
is allowed to come in with a welcome warm."
Soon, Gandhi's voice reached the
man, like that of a composed Saint, or a wise Sage!
On meeting Gandhiji, the man bowed
most humbly and uttered solemnly "Pranam!"
And sought his leave to ask a
question to heal his hurt with the latter's reply balm!
Gandhiji voiced accessibly, "Of
course, you can ask with the least hesitation or fear!"
"Except a Khadi Dhoti up to
your knee, why are you naked?", "Are you really so poor?"
"No", my querying and
eager Guest, replied Gandhiji, with a smiling but serious tone:
Say, can a Mother eat if her hungry
children are unfed, or a Father sleep if malnourished, uneducated are his
offspring forlorn?
Then, shedding unceasing tears
Gandhiji said, "How can I, to cover me up, put on,
Till millions of my poverty stricken
parents, brothers, sisters and kids have none?"
Finally, a chocking and quivering
voice was wishpered by the gaping Guest:
"Oh! This is why, the world
salutes You, dear Bapuji; and calls you Mahatma, the greatest!
N.B. - This poem is inspired by a
passage in Holy Faith Grammar Book.
Copyright: Shankar D Mishra 10.06.19
THAT’S WHY SHE IS CALLED MOTHER!
When you do lose your temper,
With or without reason on any other,
Must he not appreciate, but shall
shower
On you instantly hot, volcanic and
boiling water!
But, entirely exceptional is your
Mother:
For, instead of being furious and
vicious rather,
She will humbly absorb, evaporate
and cower,
And eagerly persuade you to please
and placate further!
Yes, no one else can so much
patience gather,
No one else can so much pure Love
render,
No one else can, in heavenly virtues,
excel Her,
No one else can be so therapeutic,
vulnerable and dear!
That is why, She is called ‘Mother’
–
Made up of a Divine stuff, uncommon
and rare!
N.B: Happy Mother's Day to all the
Mother's across the globe.
@Shankar D Mishra 12.05.2019
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HARK! THIS IS WHAT KASHMIR SPEAKS OF
NOW!
Hark! I am not a Cricket a Cricket
World Cup,
That you can win over Me by a mere
coincidence!
I am rather a valiant Daughter of
Mother India,
I am most capable of my own safety
and self defense!
Hark! Those who beg of My compassion
and mercy,
Can never ever enjoy the privilege
to have their says, or to choose.
How can they dream of adorning my
loving and caring Lap,
Who don't even deserve to be the
ignoble dust under my shoes!
Hark! I can, as a kind Mother, even
feed the refugees, if loyal and law abiding,
I can, as Maa Kali, too kick and
eliminate the treacherous wasps that sting!
I can prove myself, in sheltering,
as one of the most benevolent Benefactors,
I can too pulverize and finish the
deadliest, ghastliest and most barbaric traitors!
Thus, it is solely up to you now to
decide if you want a peaceful and happy life,
Or, indulge in infiltrations,
terrorism, as moths swallow fire to die untimely in an ugly strife!
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Copyright: Shankar D Mishr, 28.02.19
AN ECHO OF EVERY INDIAN HEART!
Lo! We, the Indians, never miss to
spread Peace,
We never ever wish to chop Love
apiece,
We never betray to cull Trust into
many a slice,
We never intrude, infiltrate or
inflame, for is Vice!
Lo! We believe in mutual agreement
and brotherhood,
We harness harmony; neither practise
nor allow hegemony,
We honour to maintain stability and
respite in our neighbourhood,
We enhance humanism, and avoid what
augments mankind's agony!
Lo! We are the worthy Sons of
Buddha, Asia's Light,
We hate violence vehemently; and
loathe deeply to fight,
We detest strongly homicide; and
denounce bitterly bloodsheds,
We condemn critically pseudo
Crusades under the garbs of bombs and blades!
Thus, let not our patience be
mistaken as our fearful Dumbness,
Let not our Tolerance be
misconceived as our Timidity or Cowardice,
Let not our Generosity be
misunderstood as our helpless numbness,
Else, brace up to face the sourest
Music, and pay an uncountable Price!
Copyright: Shankar D Mishra 27.02.19
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LISTEN TO ME, O MY CHILDREN!
Listen to Me, O my children! This is
not at all the right Time,
To wear the politically tainted
glasses of mutual rancour and prejudice,
To hypothetically pretend,
"Alas! The matter is sub Judice,
To treacherously garner own milage,
and recite the same cliched futile Rhyme!
Listen to Me, O my children! This is
not at all the proper Moment,
To sip like Socrates the venoms of
unprovoked massacre and torment,
To shed temporary and tarnishing
tears, and vociferate shallow slogans,
To light only the self consoling
candles, and let go Scott free the heinous Hooligans!
Listen to Me, O my children! This is
not at all the hour:
Like the timid and cowardly, to
scamper and cower,
To purse and sew you lips like a shy
and scared touch-me-not flower,
To succumb, and concede to be
blasted and collapsed like a dumb unarmed tower!
Listen to Me, O my children! This is
the time to retort to the bricks with the stones,
To crush the Brutes unitedly, and
unfurl my Tricolours in the trespassed Zonens!
Copyright: Shankar D Mishra 20.02.19
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WHEN WILL THE SOULS OF OUR MARTYRS
REST IN PEACE?
Alas! Some left their Innocent
Foetuses forever orphaned,
Some left their wretched Infants
forever abandoned,
Some left their unfortunate wives
untimely forever widowed,
And some left their sunny worlds at
noon forever shadowed!
Alas! Some groping hands lost,
forever, their supporting Sticks,
Some poor pillars lost, forever,
their building upholding bricks,
Some brightening Bulbs lost,
forever, their fluorescent Filaments,
Some staggering Legs lost, forever,
their life sustaining Ligaments!
Alas! The Indian Army lost, forever,
Its valorous and chivalrous Jawans,
Mother India lost, forever, Her
selfless and sacrificing Sons,
All the country men lost, forever,
their brave and praiseworthy brothers,
From Kashmir to Kanyakumari, there
will fall only sour Tear-Showers!
But, when will the Souls of our
Martyrs rest in permanent Peace?
Only when the 'Terrorists' are
defaced, and 'Terrorism' is pushed, forever, to perish.
N.B. : This poem is dedicated to all
the 40 plus CRPF personnel, who were killed in a suicide bomb attack, in the
district of Pulwama, Jammu Kashmir, India, on 14th Feb. 2019, Wednesday.
Copyright: Shankar D Mishra 16.02.19
LET'S CELEBRATE DIWALI MORE
SENSIBLY!
As the much awaited Diwali nights
come closer,
Revelry readies to reign the
country's every nook and corner!
Alas! Rushes rashly, bounding,
vicious and vanishing pleasures,
Of bursting rumbling and spine
shivering varied fire crackers!
But, I know not since when crackers
have replaced the auspicious Diya-lights,
Since when we have been extracting
from them darkening and deadly delights,
Since when we have been weighing our
status by blasting the mounds of crackers,
Since when we have become our kind
Nature's serenety and equilibrium wreckers?
Alas! When will know our ignorant
and jubilant posterity?
"Exploding nerve-shattering
crackers is not the real prosperity!
Diwali stands not for the inhuman
noise and poise pollution,
Diwali is "A Festival of
Lights"; epitomizes "All Evils' Elimination!"
Let's thus not turn our festive
Diwali into a poisonous curse in disguise,
Let's celebrate It being more
sensible, sense-oriented and wise!
Unless, we, while rejoicing, listen
to the judicious calls of conscience,
We must then brace ourselves to face
the music of a venomous consequence!
Copyright: Shankar D Mishra
05.11.2018
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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e, false power and
unjust practices, She will soon bury!
Copyright: Shankar D Mishra
11.05.2018
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