WHEN THERE WAS MY MOTHER…..
When there was my Mother,
Her hands would ever keep me dirt free and clean,
With Her Pallu, the world’s best vacuum cleaner;
And Her eyes could study my heart’s anguish hidden!
When there was my Mother,
She would ever overfeed me her hand made dishes myriad,
With lip smacking tastes; but, along with Her departure,
They have also retired to rest, forcing the kitchen tears to shed!
When there was my Mother,
Her microscopic perception was incredible and mind blowing,
For, no sooner did the seeds of sorrow sprout ever,
Than they were detected and eliminated before one’s knowing!
When there was my Mother,
She would ever rush first to wipe my tears with love and pity rare;
And Her features would abruptly fade up like the stale flowers
Yet, She would hide Her aches beneath Her sham smiling showers!
When there was my Mother,
She would always come and sit beside me with a heavy and sore heart
And start to massage my tired and wearied limbs with doting care,
And vow to gods offerings, and observe fasts for my recovery fast!
When there was my Mother,
I used to forget the woes of the world seeing Her face of heavenly innocence,
But, alas! in the irreparable loss of Her
painfully permanent absence,
I keep sipping the bitter tears; my heart pants, and my breaths smother!
Yes, no language I know can ever describe Her selfless contributions,
How can I, for none has ever done so,
pay off Her debt, past calculations!
N.B. – The above poem is the English version of an Odia poem “BOU THILA BOLI” written by Mrs. Bharati Rath, (Teacher) Banki, Cuttack, Odisha, India.
Copyright: Dr. Shankar D Mishra, Bhubaneswar, Odisha, India 25.02.2023
ଆସିବ କି ସାଥି ଥରେ
ଫେରି ଭରା ଫଗୁଣରେ
ମନେ ମୋର କେତେ ଆଶା ଖେଳେ
ଅପାସୋରା ସେ ଅତୀତ
କୋଇଲିର ମଧୁ ଗୀତ
ଆମ୍ବ ତୋଟା ଗହଳ ଶାଖାରେ ।
ଫଗୁଣର ଫଗୁ ରଙ୍ଗେ
ଭରିଦେଇ ଅଙ୍ଗେ ଅଙ୍ଗେ
ଚାହିଁଥିଲି ତୁମକୁ ସଜଳେ
ମିଶିଥିଲା ଚାରି ଆଖି
ଅନାୟସେ ମଥାରଖି
ବିଭୋର ମୁଁ ଥିଲି ତୁମ କୋଳେ।
ସପନ ରାଇଜେ ହଜି
ତୁମ ପୀରତିରେ ଭିଜି
ଝୁରୁଥିଲି ଏକା ତରୁ ଡାଳେ
କିଏସେ ଡାକିଲା ଧୀରେ
ଚାହିଁଲି ଯେବେ ଅଧିରେ
ରବି ହଜିଥିଲେ ଅସ୍ତାଚଳେ ।
ରହିଲ କି ଗୋପପୁରେ
ଆଉ ନଫେରିଲ ଥରେ
ମୋର ମନ ଯମୁନା କୂଳରେ
ଅନାଇ ବସିଛି ମୁହିଁ
ରାଧିକାର ମନ ନେଇ
ଆସ ପ୍ରିୟ ଡାକେ ଆକୁଳରେ।
ଭାରତୀ ରଥ ( ଶିକ୍ଷୟିତ୍ରୀ)
ରଗଡ଼ି, ବାଙ୍କୀ, କଟକ
ତା ୧୯.୦୨.୨୦୨୩
Will you kindly come back only once, o my Darling
To enrich the beauty of this charming and appealing Spring?
Lo! Heaps of rampant hopes soon throng my rapt and impatient mind,
The nostalgic past is blown back, by the sweet and serene wind,
To greet you, the love of my cuckoo, in the thick foliage, does gaily sing!
Drenched with the manifold hues of the playful and sprightly Spring ,
Whispered to my gloating glance to mingle, in no time, with yours,
And spurred my Soul to feast on your loving lap with celestial cheers!
Swimming blissfully in your perennial love stream
Swinging blithely on the hospitable branches of your affection,
I heard anon a sweet voice leading me to a heaven of exultation!
Awaiting to behold you come back once before I slumber on Time’s Arm!
N.B. – The above poem is inspired by an Odia poem “ASIBA KI SAATHI THARE?” written by Mrs. Bharati Rath, (Teacher) Banki, Cuttack, Odisha, India, posted in the Whatsapp group “SAHITYA SARITA” on 24.02.2023.
Copyright: Dr. Shankar D Mishra, Bhubaneswar,
Odisha, India 25.02.2023
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