Monday, January 1, 2024

RAJASHREE MOHAPATRA

 



Oh My Daughter!

 

Oh, my dear daughter!

You are not born free unlike others

But everywhere in chains of savaged pre literates, around you

And you float in an ocean of fears

Ready to sink unwillingly

In a state of despair and melancholic blues.

 

The clutches of hellhounds,

Some who are known and some who are strangers

Or some those appear behind the masks

to keep themselves unidentified,

Spring at you every now and then

For a quick grapple.

 

No doubt

Society is blind to your skirmish mishaps

Like the blindfolded statue of justice

And a resultant desire for self-assassination

Pullulates in you beyond believes.

 

May the blinded eyes be unwrapped

And filter you from pains

And to unfurl a new chapter in the history

Of empowerment of a girl child

To ensure and ascertain,

That no more you are in chains.

 

Rain

 

Rain Rain Rain

Oh, dear sky you rain,

Soak deeply the earth and the mountains

And so also sympathies

The abjectly lover’s puzzled brain.

 

The drops of your rain appear

As if streams of tears

Running out of a pair of sunken eyes

Reverberating in air the voice of a forlorn lover.

 

The loud rumbling sound of

fired thunders

Come as beating of drums

Towards commemorating

The showering distress

of a desolated and dreary love.

 

The tears of the lidded eyes

Soak the earth

With a silent intoxication

At par with the monsoon rains

But alas!

Someone somewhere dances in rhythms

with exalted cheers Induced to start dancing

On the beats of the song of the vault of heaven.

 

A soaked earth thus cries in silence

At par with the ink-soaked paper of a poet.

Where words vanish

To describe in verse the essence of a story unsaid

Or a pain not lamented

But allows the love to take refuge.

 

Hearty Love

 

At seeking heights of longing hearts

We spread our wings

Oh, Endless azure sky is worth a limit

Beyond our praises

We calmly dive into a mesmerizing dusk.

 

There shines more a life in our eyes

May it be a probable time to behold our secret love by heart

Before this appropriate moment fades away

In a earthly storm.

 

A Surge

 

A great surge of spiritual awakening

is sweeping the world.

The darkness due to the evil forces

In our troubled waters of time

Shall be done away

With the divine lights of goodness

 

Truth will reestablish righteousness of eternity

Wheeled on free will and freedom of choice

Under a benevolent universal consciousness.

 

Blessed would be he

Who would help the suffering humanity

In and around one's self created cave of darkness.

 

RAJASHREE MOHAPATRA

 

RAJASHREE MOHAPATRA: Born in Odisha in India has received her master’s degree in ' History ‘and 'Journalism and Mass Communication' from Utkal University, Odisha. She is a teacher by profession. Being a post graduate in ' Environmental Education and Industrial Waste Management ' from Sambalpur University Odisha, she has devoted herself as a Social Activist for the cause of social justice, Environmental issues and human rights in remote areas through non-governmental organisations. Poetry, Painting and Journalism are her passions.


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