Life With Verdancy
Life with
Verdancy
No doubt
The mother earth
serves one and all
Ungrudgingly in
his short sojourn
Where every
avenue for it’s pilgrims
Resonates with
the footfall
Of vibrant
hopes, luxury and convictions.
The fall of
autumn leaves
And the
meandering streams of the valleys
Passing through
the
Hillock and the
terrain
Generate
polemic, contentious lures
Over the swept
terraces
With magnifying
persuasions.
A brilliancy in
life is nourished
Through the
echoing temple bells
Not only one
but through many
a spell.
Life is a
struggle for existence
And to make it
verdant
A continual
effort to be embarked
To pull it out
of the abyss of jealousy
and distrust.
A fine touch and
a radiant smile
on the lips
Reverberates
kindness in to the
Lending ears
A smallest act
of caring can symbolize humility
As the honest
compliments
That would drag
to over- hear
The footfall of
the verdancy of life.
The Illusive Freedom
Freedom when is
denied,
Tears one at a
loss
To make out a
meaning of life
Being that it
appears in all possible ways
As if is a
wilted flower
On a healthy
blooming branch of a tree.
Despite every
odd
A strong desire
coagulates in mind
To fly over the
wide sky as a free bird!
Singing the
glory of life
Beyond the
sturdiness
Of the
circumventing chains.
Tired of being
caged
Under the
unwarming trend of adultery
The inner me
yells
To meet the
world of comparison desperately
And strive hard
to search for an opening
with broken
wings
Instead, I am
thrown to an undefined dungeon
Beyond a state
of solace
By powerful arms
of a human being
Yet to live with
laughter
And a smile on
the lips
I look forward
to soar over
The azure
sky
As an uncaged
tiny bird
Free from any
inclination and sorrows
And feel free
farther than
The illusive
thoughts of the hazed freedom.
Symphony Of Love
A path drenched
with muds of love
Bulges out from
no where
With magnificent
colors of rainbow.
A lonely
traveler feels the ecstatically voice of Love
Gets anxious to
quench his thirst of a holy union.
Like blind birds
The world tests
the fruits sweet and sour.
Humanism Not A Dream
Life flows like
a brook
And will go on
like this for ever
Dismantling all
obstacles with a pleasant murmur.
Evidently death
will knock at the door
Sometime beyond
one’s reach
Whether one
fears or not
Yet the only
transcendental love
Interlocking the
human race
Can negotiate a
delay
Before it ties the knot.
Life is a pious
stream
It is all about
laughing and
tuning one's
heart
To sing
bizarrely the songs of humanism
That would allow
an illuminated laugh.
The Void Echo
When flames of
jealousy and horror engulf life ,
Where can one
hide himself
From the
clutches of the paws of mistrust and mischief.
Young and old
hands are stretched
With void echoes
in pain for help and assistance
A painful and
panic scene is seen
With rolling
tears of helplessness.
On the collapsed
walls of a blown-out house of Hope's and empathy
An innocent dove is cooing to thrive
And a bereaved
lark is spending her time in crying for sympathy.
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 organizations. Poetry, Painting
and Journalism are her passions.
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