Bismay Mohanty

Thy essence of the rain Thou took to me heaven Calm, cool and aromatic Breeze you have given. An angry mind is hungry; Starves for the food of peace. Dear rain, what magic you create? Providing the mind instant bliss. The age which invites dullness; Achieving youthful joy Also finds immense pleasure Disregarding the usual coy. A child unaware of the consequences Of playing in the rain Shows resentment for being forbidden But how can the beloved refrain? Dear rain, thou take the lovers To the land of Elysium Thou act as a fuel to every heart Keep the memories in mind’s museum.

Many times my eyes attract The sight of a tree on a distant hill. My visualization makes me haunted By a silence and a thundering feel. There it stands a little below the peak Leafless and lifeless it stands upright. Surrounded by tiny dried bushes it depicts Massiveness alone does not give delight. A ghost of loneliness surrounds As an eyes among the blinds. What gusto lies in grandeur? If satisfaction is what self deprives. Having observed the tree much My mind explodes contemplating What if I live such a life where Hardwork without interest goes failing. I have ever thought it wise To opt for the road not taken. Now that it’s time to return to the junction May future whiten the days gone blacken.

The notoriety of some Has changed the perception of people That “children are image of God” For those ‘some’ the majority suffer.  The lamb of childhood faces cripple. Why won’t such filth arise in young minds? The world we live is full of heinous crimes. Where lies no varsity in style and seduction Where science is made to dominate conscience. And misuse of technology that empowered over times. The country saw a black December once. Where the mayhem involved a juvenile The nation fumed, demanded death And amend according to the legality of issue. The last insisted more than a year’s time. A child shook a country Brought it to demise and debates. Some said to leave him, he is just a kid Others vowed to hang him and prevent The issue that oblivion of time begets. Ah! What to say more? The labour in these early years An eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth According to the karma, the soul endears. Don’t be a juvenile