I made you aware, I had warned
For I have seen you stand lonely and blank
I that grinned at their strategic embark
on destiny’s laugh at your birth in dark
When you missed me at your infant nights
when you wished me at your instant flights
I deserted you at your innocent rights
I, that shine the world
I, that pine in yours tears scald
dear son, I once faltered, left you shattered
when nightmarish fate kept you tortured
But then, I was god
protecting this infectious world
Today, my mission is just being dented
to retain honour, unruffled by my philanthropy blunted
I would rather hold you tight
in you, the whole earth and sky look bright
I can’t stand your morose eyes
chariot fallen, memory ridden amid enemy noise
brahmastra is but a little skill
inferior to a father’s stubborn and burning zeal
my love, I scare you
stir and soothe, yet perhaps I snare you
am love, still undone manifest in kind
a state of timeless, moody and mighty southern wind
my love, I am awake into night’s air
restive yet redolent, supreme and rare
Fathers are but sons dipped in sulky love
forever young to take up action and cast their curve
History knows, the epical duel
Loss was only a fortune cruel
Towery arms’ forgiving jewel
So dear, why get shaken
or act ever slight heart-broken
When the Suns have vowed to raise the precious Karns fallen?
Asim Ranjan Parhi: He was Professor & Head, Dept. of English and Dean of Languages at Rajiv Gandhi University (Central), Arunachal Pradesh before joining the Dept of English, Utkal University. Specialising on ELT, he has a book, Indian English Through Newspapers from Concept, New Delhi, and many research papers published in journals. He writes poetry in Odia and English, simultaneously nourishing a deep interest in Odia and Hindi musical compositions.