A Lone Poem by SILPIKA KALITA

From the memory of the solitary childhood, she hears the solemn whisper of the wind pristine;

A castaway child was embraced by the bliss of nature and sacred greens,
Reared by the hallowed invincible unobtrusive bonding serene,

The revered rapport so pellucid and pious as God and devoted disciples absolutely beyond human pondering.

The deserted child heard woodlands' lullaby, the magical mumbles and murmurs,
The calmness as sterling as the heavenly healing panacea poured from the purest foliages' pores!

The abandoned one was cuddled to swing and wriggle amidst the serene grooves, cascades, rivulets, brooks and streams,

Was harnessed by a pellucid pledge,
when the world turns nasty and tarnish, exults sacrileges,

With its fickleness, facet deceptive, sullied, divulges the inherent true colour,
to hold firmly the nature's grip!

The time takes turn, the holy milieu takes pride of now a full bloomed girl, still unwrapped and pristine,

The perceived notion takes turn, once abandoned becomes the cynosure with no traces of malady left, yet to the core virtuous and pristine!

Fame and glory in profuse knocks, fails to take the chastity as crystal beam wrapped in divinity,
Alone she fought a brave fight, the world faded in presence of her versatility, endowed with nature's lustral and loyalty!

Her bosom friend throughout mere boscage and woods and the consecrated sermons of her father,
An admonition not to be fooled by the worldly masquerade, pleasures, appears convincing, though hollow and superficial!

The hallowed bondage and drills come as saviour amidst the whirlwind wind of life's turn,
To bifurcate, not to walk on routes tainted, manifested in manifolds saw the pretenders to walk on routes tainted,
The appearances gaudy and fragile, hence, divine to voyage lone, to take the lane seldom taken to remain a lone!

Silpika Kalita

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