Blue Lily

BLUE LILY OF AN UNTIMELY VALLEY

Here the tale of a blue lily,
Born melancholy in a happy family,
In an untimely valley,
Bearing the question of uncertainty, in the spell of a perished night.

On the set of every fresh morning,
I start crying by feeling the pain in my impending scene.
But, Elucidating my mother not to worry by the cost of a sweet smile.
Father of mine was a real hero,just a shine,
Dedicated all his pleasure & peace only for my cloth and dine.

People in my valley were rude, cruel but wealthy unfortunately,
Who never got anything in their heart for us …
Have been treating us just like nobody.

But my father is a fighter from sludge,
Never given up by this tiny buzz.
Persisting the fight alone HE taught me how to survive ?

Mother of mine was nothing but an angel ,an unfortunate queen of the valley,
turned her all blood in to milk to keep me alive,
a pious housewife……………
Entire life of blue lily will be devoted to her sacrifice…………………
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But little lily has grown silly….
Has forgotten the parents’ pain imagining itself as one of the riches in the valley,
Trying to make a new world away from HER sweet divine lap,
where nobody truly cares for it.

By hearing my filthy thoughts both weeping hard to make me understand to make me stop.
I was in an evil flow never realize the real glow,
Ran behind something which was really nothing.
Didn’t understand my parents feeling…
All they just wanted a little grace ,
To drink all the pain just by a glance of my face.
Couldn’t know my real duty…
Kicked them & came here to make my life smooth and cozy.
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Now feeling the pain ,
yelling merely saying…Oh maaaaa!!!! sorry for being so insane.

Still struggling in the valley of south ,
Promising to bring pride for you both.
Though have fallen hard enough several times,
But always risen up with spare wings.
The time I feel I should never meant to be here , never meant to face all these barriers,
Mother’s lap was heaven for me…why did I cultivate these fancy desires ?
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Blood of my lovely father running in vain ,
Whispering in my ear again & again,
“Never give up, never go down the drain so easily,
Stay focused ,,,go and give a hard fight to this crawling innate rally,
& gift us the most beautiful palace in the valley.”

So, One day I must come back
To my house of celestial sand,
To my own holy land,
To my sweet mother,
To my lovely father,
To my family,

To the untimely valley…………………
(here blue means depressed.)

Dedicated to my parents.

Mmrityunjay Nanda

t.n.tforu@gmail.com

SRM University

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