Real Delight
Rojio Usham *
Curtsy seldom hitch,
Obedience doesn't furnish us life
I am a cheerful boy,
I am the spring of the garden
in the wild bustling town,
where jackals prowl and growl,
men and women live in pride.
Bandh, strike and protest,
I take heed of nothing…
I concern only Ima
bringing a handful of rice
every evening and cook fast
for me, so that
I could wait her
next evening;
in between,
to study hard,
and become a MAN.
It has been a month,
we stayed home;
economic blockade is home,
the curfew is on,
but no rice came home.
This angelic life,
your surface eyes cannot see
unless your inner vision is clear.
I saw early morning
Uncle Taibi, our neighbour,
went carrying a big fish.
What a tasty smell?
His son Gadha Binod
called me,
"Tamo, come,
let's have lunch"
I eyed Ima for a while,
and voiced back,
"We just had, you have it."
Ima looked me intently.
Somewhere silence shocked.
I told lie facing Ima
who always counsel me
never to tell a lie.
But, the light of love,
in my Ima's eyes,
lies in great wealth.
Somewhere the kindly glow,
Somewhere the guilty blow.
The life devoid of
such sorrow's wealth
shall never taste real delight.
Usham Rojio
30-04-2010
* Poem from Rojio Usham.
He can be contacted at urojio(at)gmail(dot)com . This poem was webcasted on June 10, 2010.
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