The Mélange Poem by DEEPAK KUMAR PATTANAYAK

They were all talking
They were all joking
Together for they were all friends
Since a long time seemed since childhood
And he was just listening
Reacting to nothing
Sometimes pointing this way
And sometimes that way
As if in hodgepodge he had lost his way
And that did impact his friends in a way
As warmhearted, sweet-tempered and magnanimous
So to educe light from smoke enveloping his countenance
They cajoled and persuaded him to bring to senses
Though not forgetting to allay his intoxication by gentle scales
Upon sending him sober home
Where he would be happy seeing his mom
Seemed tossed between things fair and unfair
He at last fell into a half-waking stupor
And in no time he was seen as if taking
His last breath bringing all into shock and tears and praying
Doctors and the Providence to take care of him and his breath
For he was too young to succumb now to death
At last the praying of the petition was answered
With a smile and a nod glowing in his face that brightened
"Friends now thanked God and learned by praying God
In faith to give us our daily life and bread
We acknowledge that it comes from Him and nowhere else
And what a pity and shame that we call upon Him in pain and forget in happiness"
Friend, to live is in your hand
But to die is not in your hand though it's in your mind
Providence has its way
And fate played into your hands and was not providence in any way
To live and die needs steadfastness
For failed is both life and death when in dubiety and diffidence
And death is like a fickle apple
Always swinging over our head literal
And anytime it may fall irrespective of breeze warm or cool
Half-bite you will be blessed with hell
Full-bite you will be blessed with heaven
And ought you to repine
At the fruit of your own folly and indiscretion
That you shouldn't but consider all is ordered for good and gain
Now being alive you should be a fool
At your own good fortune to grumble