LOPAMUDRA MISHRA
THE SORROW OF A BEE
Lying deserted in the crowded street,
The bruised bee analysing his
actions for t his present state,
His insatiable wish shook his
faith, questions
Lord
why......so....?
Today he is deprived from his love
and longing ,
only for caste and colour sake,
It started with bee’s fascination
for white lily among the rally of green valley,
The beauteous white lily ceased his rumbling race to rakes,
Blinded by its swinging fragrance,
The bees search for sweet nectar ended in her grace,
Thanking the Creator of beautiful park for this humble stage,
That all the characters bear red blood cell,
No discrimination between colour and race,
Just the pigmentation differs in
various places,
Aha! So beautiful is this flowery
bed,
But what’s
this??
The adamant white lily ignored his presence,
Swinging beauteously saying her colour is dominant against his
innocent pledge,
She abused his love with sting of
thorns, only for caste and colour black,
Closed her heart to his sincere efforts,
Hurt and shaken by her tone the
dejected bee,
Burned the garden with the help of
crew of bee,
The lovely garden burned to ashes only for ego for blood,
Lying in pool of red blood he prays to God ,
Please Lord extinguish this fire of
colour rage,
We are your children just bless us
to rub the ego of colour race.
THE ELDORADO DREAM
I woke up early ,
Yesterday’s night dream ,though weird ,
spirited my veins,
Filled my heart , full of solace,
In the dream I landed in the Garden of Eden,
Adam had not eaten the Apple then,
Saw every soul smiling and doing their duties without stress,
But just doing as if they are the God’s grace,
From the bough to bud dancing melodiously with nature’s buzz,
The serenity and calm doused my vision,
Wanted eagerly to stay little further,
Yesterday’s night dream ,though weird ,
spirited my veins,
Filled my heart , full of solace,
In the dream I landed in the Garden of Eden,
Adam had not eaten the Apple then,
Saw every soul smiling and doing their duties without stress,
But just doing as if they are the God’s grace,
From the bough to bud dancing melodiously with nature’s buzz,
The serenity and calm doused my vision,
Wanted eagerly to stay little further,
Alarm beep broke my reverie,
I returned from trance ,then glanced my place with a question mark,
Why Adam tasted the Apple?
But Alas! Got no answer for my query!
And the things lingered in my memory.
The Lord’s beautiful theory of creation has no worry,
No sorry,no class ,no story,
Only the beautiful souls playing
And enacting their characters cheerfully,
Our desire ,cravings,greed,jealousy,
Pride,ego,superseded the heavenly qualities,
Thats why we are here suffering due to emotional affection,
Not detaching ourselves from earthly possession,
This misery is taking us far from original Eldarado Dream.
I returned from trance ,then glanced my place with a question mark,
Why Adam tasted the Apple?
But Alas! Got no answer for my query!
And the things lingered in my memory.
The Lord’s beautiful theory of creation has no worry,
No sorry,no class ,no story,
Only the beautiful souls playing
And enacting their characters cheerfully,
Our desire ,cravings,greed,jealousy,
Pride,ego,superseded the heavenly qualities,
Thats why we are here suffering due to emotional affection,
Not detaching ourselves from earthly possession,
This misery is taking us far from original Eldarado Dream.
THE STORY OF MOWGLI........
The fearless Mowgli has slowed his pace,
His dreams dismantled to bits,
All his pride and prejudices for
belonging to human gender,
Mocks ,saying its fake............
This human domain is far more
sophisticated than Jungle plinth,
Yet filled with chauvinism and
greed,
The world filled with carnivorous creatures, with wild emotions,
His protruded nose could inhale the
aroma of flesh and blood,
The scales of skin lacks faith and brotherhood,
Friends or Foe behind the scene
,difficult to distinguish,
Missing the innocence of friendly
love of his bosom animal friends,
Ballo(the bear),Bagheera(the black
panther),Hathi(the elephant),
Their difference of breed never the
rid in friendship grip,
Here the friendship buried inside
the poly paper sheet,
The push and pull of power stab
many innocent cells,
The air of hatred among the tribes
kills the race,
Oxygen mask needed to avoid the polluted gas,
The purity of soul vanishes in
search of material wire,
The Jungle animals were fearful of
fire,
The inhabitants here play fire as
fire brands,
Fire in blood, categories the blood
to many tribe,
The generation divided to sects
with no humane trace,
Humanity is there in Jungle among
the breeds,
Mowgli being saved and brought by
wolf parents, Akela and Raksha,
Here
Traces of humanity lost among the
bushes of ego,
The clash killed many innocent
toddlers,
NO ..... No more I want to stay
here,
Mowgli cried loud,
This territory carries more Sher
Khans (the lion), King Louie(the orangutan ) and
Kali(the snake)
They hunt and kill the innocent prey more furiously
And deadlier than original villains
in Jungle Play,
Mowgli turned back and rushed for Jungle with lots of depression and heart
break
Telling this is not my place to
live .......
About The Poem -
Being inspired by the great Rudyard Kipling’s Jungle Book, I attempted to pen my
emotions in this poem.
The story begins after the main protagonist leaves Jungle ,reaches to human existence and seeing the prevailing situations ,his
reactions, This piece is an imaginary episode not intended or personalised.
Rudyard Kipling’s Mowgli being brought up by wolves, protected by friends of different breeds feel shattered after stepping to man’s
world.
Lopamudra Mishra
Bhubaneswar. India
Awesome theme,nice implementation of words and great execution.A treat to read
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