A bagful of bliss ‘They’ bagged
\nWhile I was in my fifteen.
\nLet God knows;
\nWhat taught them so-
\nWhat encouraged them so-
\nI know,
\n‘They’ were enjoying
\nMy childish heart wailing.
\nReminiscences still alive;
\nMy pa looked toward his hard earned land,
\nHard earned orange trees his hand hath planted.
\nMy ma cautiously with a wish
\n-left the door open and wept,
\nAnd we set steps…to unknown destination.
\nMy childish eyes witnessed
\nMy childish brain recorded the episodes.
\nGuns were guiding our tracks,
\nDeny ain’t an option
\nWilly-nilly, we’re exiled.
\nA pinch of worry ‘They’ smelt
\nOn hearing me living-
\nOn knowing me growing-
\nPatriotism on me blooming.
\nFor them:
\nwe were to finish and rot
\nDecay and nev’ return.
\nRamshackle bamboo huts
\nSurvived me, sheltered me.
\nAgainst me and the like
\nBack in my hamlet…
\nOil lamps lighted-
\nPrayers chanted-
\nEvasive ploy netted.
\nHistory it ran…
\ntook its turn
\nA bag of bliss ‘They’ say bagged again
\nWhile i was thirty five.
\nLet God whispers them;
\nMight ‘They’ feel-
\nOil lamps worked,
\nPrayers heard,
\nEvasive ploy well proven.
\nI left the bamboo hut
\nAnd the like- thousands too,
\nYet, not rotten.
\nYet, not perish.
\nI am an inch far in global village
\n‘They’ ‘re with pro tem bliss
\n‘They’ ‘re with odd wish
\n‘They’ ‘re sure at cul de sac.
\nHistory refolds in long run.
\nMy ma who left the door open-
\nIs still alive.
\nMy pa who looked toward his hard earned land
\nIs still alive.
\nMy the then childish eyes
\n-Matured. Has witness visualized.
\nPatriotism blooming
\nHas hope magnified,
\nHeart grown stronger,
\nAmity flourished,
\nWit enriched.
\nBliss from The bag
\nShall be mine one day,
\nThro’ The door I shall enter and rise,
\nThe evasive ploy be Mirrored.
\nI’m still alive.<\/p>\n

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