Poems by Rajashree Mohapatra

 
Rajashree Mohapatra (India)
 
Rajashree Mohapatra: Born in Odisha in India has received her masters 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 .
 
 
THE LAST HOUR …
 
Please don’t move away
Rather budge up to huddle together
The biting cold shall pass away
a while after.
 
Time now
that wicks in the lamp be incited
to burn with a raised flame
disseminating warmth undulated
The winter will be accelerated
And the chilled weather
ofcourse will get evacuated
 
Just wipe out darkness
from under the eye lids
with the feeble light of the warming fire
Suck the body nectar
out of its glittering artistic attire.
 
Now almost the dawn is nearing
The shamefaced north wind
has started atoning
What for then it changed the attitude
It is just to remove the pathos filled solitude.
 
Oh my love!
It is now time to put off the lamp
Wish these splendid moments be spent
in tight embrace in our lap
The chilled atmosphere shall get itself warmed up
with the magnificient tepidity in close up.
 
May the lamp now be turned off
The dawn has set in
And the darkness is slowly going off …
 
 
ANOTHER LOVE POEM
 
In deed,
I am a lamp misread in a waxed night
As the tenebrosity deliquesces
I turn to be
Infructuous and useless.
 
Yet, I feel
Your chilled and impregnable perceptions
Look for my benign presence ever
In each of its disclaimer
And abnegations .
 
But why?
Why ? and What for?
When you take me to be impalpable
and insubstantial insignificant,
yet trivial and meager?
 
Wish you realise
That Godhead experienced through extoling hymns
Is not the same as that in a total abdication
and ductile submission.
So also that a lover’s protrait in a framed art in frigidity
Is never as like a live-in lover as in reality.
 
Oh my dear!
I am often confused
If you know the gentle law of living
That the world is a spheroid
And every end meets here a new beginning.
In as much as
Every fire tends to turn to smudges for a next regeneration
And deep dark night fades away
leaving pace to a new dawn.
 
May what so ever be in mind
May what so ever be the confusion
Wish I go with a deep sleep
In your extended arms
Where in lieu of love I would opt to forget my depression
 
Oh my love!
May the world sleep with me in consolation.
 
 
***
 
Hey Ram,
My dear ever revered Lord!
Now that the palace at Purushottam
Is blemished and in its ruins,
Right to death obviously is conferred on you,
As the stream of repentances
Warrants critical appreciation and regulations as well
Over self own cloudy deeds.
 
Oh my Lord !
Please allow me
To wipe out and expunge
the black spots rendered by the rediance flux of moonlight
From and out of your dark-skinned body,
To abrade your feet and remove the muds of dusky dusts
Just as illuminated light of Ayodhya wilts at dawn
And to rid of your memory
associated there to.
 
Oh the Lord
Evidently known
That you are the only agrieved human of the so called Rama-Rajya
The holy waters of the river Saraju thus await for your sacred immersion
Just come and make a secret jump into it
No one will ever guess
Who jumped into the waters
Whether a man or a God
 
Oh Sarayu ,
What the hell that your waters
are too icy to jump into.
 
Rajashree Mohapatra
Bhubaneswar, India

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