PAROMITA OJHA

PAROMITA OJHA

Touch A Life

Hold a hand to show the way

Help a needy or feed a stray

Think how many were happy

Amongst all you met today.

Did you selflessly give rather than take?

Did you make someone’s day?

Or caused a heartbreak?

As you stand in front of the mirror tonight-

Can you contentedly say-

That you rescued a soul from misery’s sway?

Did you ever provide a wholesome meal?

To at least one out of million hungry stomachs.

Did you reach out before their hopes plummet?

Is there a single heart blessing you or your deeds?

Did your empathy help a wounded soul heal?

Did you leave behind a trail of happiness?

Did you hold an aged immobile hand with tenderness?

Act now, share a smile, share a meal, hush those agonizing wails

Let not the human in you fail

Your every selfless act of reaching out to strangers

Will quell a bit of this world’s misery

Touch a life, rescue anguished souls from drudgery

Help weary feet tread on roads leading to recovery

When you have taken a step towards making a difference

Your selfless acts would always be remembered with reverence

On the day of final judgement,

God would bless you for your perseverance

© Dr. Paromita Mukherjee Ojha

I Will Arise

You may treat me like dust

You may distort my truth

You may trample all over me

You may rape my soul

You may mutilate my inner organs

You may want to break me into pieces

You may chop my broken body to leave no traces

You may treat my vagina as a source of lust

You may blame me for inciting your thirst

You may murder me in my mother’s womb

You can my trusting heart entomb

You may treat me like a mercenary

Not a human, just your subsidiary

You may enslave me to not let your plans go awry

Listen, you nincompoop

you will not hear me say sorry

No matter how much you try

I will not cower

I will not lay my bleeding body at your manly bower

You may rewrite my history

You may distort my naked truth

With your twisted lies, you brute

You cannot break me, you cannot break my spirit

No matter how much you test my endurance limit

I will evolve, I will arise

As sure as the tides

I will glitter, I will shine

Like the sun, moon, and the wind in their sprightly dance

My hopes, my breath you won’t be able to stop

My shoulders will not droop nor my gaze drop

Slice me with your words, malign my purity

Like a gusty wind I will pay no heed

To your definition of my virginity

My virginity cannot be your cloak

To hide your incompetence, your failures

As a man, as a saviour

My soul does not lie between my thighs

But I revel in my femininity

You can maraud my trust with your hate

But your insensitivity does not bother me of late

I will escape from the cycle of deprivation

I will no more be your definition-

of abject abomination

I will rewrite my history

Like the waves surging at the tides

I will rise, rise to erase your lies

I will wipe out the endless saga of frights and tears

Leaving behind nights of terror and fear

I will walk into the sunrise

To reclaim the rights of my ancestors and peers

I will break all bondage

I will my broken pride salvage

As sure as the day and the night

As sprightly as the winds dancing in a trance

I will arise, I will breathe

I will carve a niche for my creed.

© Dr. Paromita Mukherjee Ojha

The Final Wish

(Roseate Sonnet)

The rose hued sky is spilling a bouquet of rose petal lights –

The sea is suffused with crystals glimmering bright

The dying sun bleeds at the ebbing of this beautiful day

When our love in your heart is losing its sway

How my heart is praying for this final moment to linger

This shimmering moment before our paths are led asunder

Let the jaunty waves answer those difficult questions

And wash away your latest indiscretion

Watch the rosy- hued sky thaw the bitterness in our hearts

Let us rebuild our love from the start

Rise my love, tonight let the real become unreal

Oh! Tonight, push back those painful choices

Soak this moment surreal; walking together on the salt-sparkling shore

End of tonight will hopefully bless us moments of love galore.

© Dr. Paromita Mukherjee Ojha

PAROMITA OJHA

PAROMITA OJHA: A voracious reader, A participating author/poet of multiple national /International short story and poetry anthologies. Recently published her own Poetry book ‘Sylvan Fragrance’ available on all major online platforms.  Regularly expresses her thoughts on paromitamukherjeeojha.wordpress.com