The Mother – Deepak Kumar Pattanayak


Holy holier-divinely; 
Things are with her 
As perceived and adorned gracefully 
Lots of love and lots of pity 
Along she is carrying 
Of quintessence motherly 
In her exemplified 
The feminine persona so lovely 
More and more and not less 
I see and God confess 
She is holier than me 
Sent to care your needs 
Alleviate your sufferings 
Brighten your dreams 
Like an Angel in the morning 
Seen among lovely flowers 
Caressing and them preparing 
To see a beautiful day dawning 
And the day passed off peacefully 
Unto noon and evening 
And seen her bidding children 
Good-night with words so soothing 
Oh mother! what you are 
Made of which stuff so rare 
For me and for all 
You weep your tears 
A drop falls on him 
Another on her 
A dozen on them 
A few goes out 
To form an ocean 
Of love for your children 
Unto I would love 
Diving deep to die even 
For not in vain will go 
Your love and affection 
My dear my mother 
You are, I swear 
As good as heaven…… 

A Bride – Deepak Kumar Pattanayak


Upon the verge; 
Of some new dawn 
You blossom to be a woman 
And a bride of a man 
An angel of love and light 
Pure and faithful you become 
Bound soul to soul 
By life’s holiest laws 
Sent out from Heaven’s source 
Glow like a star on its course 
Abandon playthings of life 
To be entrusted noble work 
Of woman and of wife 
You are so happy now 
To be merged with someone’s life 
Tender smiles shine 
And lofty thoughts creep in 
Yet on promised land 
Of love and happiness 
Flowers blossom and perish 
Good and bad days rally 
May fall saddest tears daily 
But with love and love only 
You may sail through storm of life easily…………….