Silver Lining Poem by DEEPAK KUMAR PATTANAYAK

Grey makes it possible
How delightful I was at the roll call
In class room
And how loyal I was with my assignment ordained to perform
The face of morn I remember
And how soon the noon coming closer
And not far away is the even to register
I remember and I remember
For lustrous is the sun
And the earth and the moon
Keep looking at each other
Day in and day out ever
Little knowing of green, brown and grey
For many a hue is sun's play
Thus staggering not are my low feet
While looking at
My mother's and mine of crowns steadily going grey
I am sixty
And still my mother's dear
In her lap cradling and dreaming dreams fair
Summer had its days
And winter will have its preys
But an overnight's spell when love is warm
Home is home
Where blossom
Flowers of yesterday and today in tandem
For beauty dies not in grey
Rather rises to the sky in memory's golden ray
Yet whenever I look at my mother's
With mirth and wisdom from eyes come down soft rains