Whisper of Light

Poem -Whisper of light
 Writer -Panchanan Jena
Date -05-09-2025 -
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 Every holiday and every time
 I return to my native village sublime
And walk past the old school gate in time
 I listen the whispering sound of the school and schoolmate
 Pristine memories rise like waves into my mind Mixing with the murmuring sounds in the wind

 I see myself , a tiny taught
 In one of those mud wall class rooms
 My ears filled with morning prayers and melancholy
 And my searching eyes fixed in the seating in the ground holy

 I hear the hustle bustle of the walls
 I hear the writing sounds of the chalks
 I hear the cacophony of the lunch breaks
 The lessons of teachers stiil echo with loud sounds
And I hear whisper of the then time
Although so many past days have gone by

 I remember the faces of my teachers
 Strict yet kind hearted
 Firm yet open hearted
Down to earth in all the aspects
 And I hear their whispering words shaping the clay

 Most of my teachers have gone to their heavenly abode
 Yet their whispering presence lingers ....on my mental cord
In every word I dare to write today
 In every sentence I dare to speak today
 In every truth I dare to seek today
In every path I dare to walk today

 My teachers are not gone
 They are still living in my thoughts
 Their blessings guiding me always alike
 Like street lights to dispel the darkness of life And above all,
 Guiding me always
 with whispering sounds of light