Mokshya Poem by Ratnakar Rout

Ratnakar Rout

Ratnakar Rout

Village-Boita, District-Balasore, State-Orissa, Country-India

Mokshya



Narahari returned one day
To the utter surprise of everybody
Returned for what nobody knows
After thirty years of his self designed exile.
People gathered around him saw
No remarkable transformation in him.
He was as ordinary as other worldly persons
Dirty legs, unnourished heir, pale eyes and fragile appearance
With disorganized bundle of belongings
He had left the house in the twilight hours
Of an unfortunate day as he claims
Being propelled by the clarion call of the unseen
He left everything without looking back
No body knows where was he for such long thirty years?
Manu Dei the wife of Narahari lived on her own alone
Swallowing her owes all these
Years even in absence of any child
As they had no issue and the marriage was only one year old.
Manu Dei got the message that Narahari has returned
She would now enjoy the company of her husband
And no more continue as an estranged wife.
People also made many queries to confirm the
Identity while Narahari was sitting
Beneath the mango tree of the courtyard
On his return before any body got up from the bed
When it was almost dark every where
As the night had not departed then?
He answered all questions
When it was confirmed
That he is the same Narahari
Who has returned back?
People across the village thronged on the place
Except Manu Dei who was silently
As usual engaged in the own world inside.
On being asked why did he return after such a long gap?
Narahari replied that he desired
To meet his deserted wife once in seclusion
Though she was not appeared so encouraged
But came to meet him on others insistence
On getting the information of his request
After confining herself alone for quite sometime
In a closed room which she bolted from inside
To respect his desire she proceeded to the place
Being clad with a white sari
And attire like a Hindu widow
Narahari was waiting alone.
He got fumbled and suddenly woke up
From the seat when she entered like a goddess
And apologized her with folded hands
She was speechless, waited a while and sat
In the chair meant for her.
He came closer, tried to touch
Her hand and uttered, it was required for me
To meet you and beg excuse
Please pardon me sincerely
For my “Mokshya”, as per the direction of my Guru
Or else I would not have come to see you at all.
Manu Dei withdrew her hand to a safe distance
And become almost motionless.
Did not even express any eager
To look at the man and to see his face even for once
She looked at the earth down her feet
Like a stone statue sat there for a few moments
And left without uttering a word
Might be pondering over to find the answer
Is 'Mokshya” the substitute of selfishness?
How does one forget so coolly the promises he had made
When tied the bridal knot?
To what extent one can go for achieving “Mokshya” or “Nirvana”
She entered in to her bedroom as usual
As nothing has happened to her
She bolded the door from inside
And got plunged into silence.

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Ratnakar Rout

Ratnakar Rout

Village-Boita, District-Balasore, State-Orissa, Country-India
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