A study of Minati Mishra’s poems included in this collection reveals that she has had to her credit a vast reserve of hidden depths in creativity. Her creative spark has made her cast in a different mold from others of her like. Her poetic sensibility moves on a par with her poetic language and the wording that are not either florid or flowery —in other words, they are written in words of one syllable. She has a strong dislike for rhetoric, harangue, and bombast while putting pen to paper while writing poems. The poems such as The Daughter in my Twilight Years, A Poem for my Darling Daughter, Home, To the Memory of My Father, My Mother These Days, The Few Lines to My Brother, My Grandmother, Kitchen, Mother is Homeward Bound from a far-off Village have struck a chord with general readership across the state. On reading these poems, you are apt to flashback on the seven ages of man, especially one of the stages you are passing through at this moment in time; a person in second childhood casts their mind back to the days spent in the bosom of the family, with the joys and sorrows of childhood, the angst-ridden adolescence, the prettiness of youth, marital bliss, the heartaches of being a parent for their own flesh and blood, filial duty, filial affection towards parents, love, and care they got in the confines of family life, man’s declining years riddled with the usual old age infirmities, etc. Let’s discuss a few of the poems included in this publication to bring home to us their aesthetic.