To live all by myself was almost a forced decision .....yes, now I am neighbour to my own family . I like my new found life...it is so much easier ....but it is not so for many....what about the old lady who lives next door?...shunned by her family ....she awaits her final moments...so this one is for you DADI ..as I lovingly address her.....
I, often see her
beside her partly drawn casement,
immersed in thoughts of life and death.
A stubborn time, will not let her quit,
will not let her drop her withered old skin.
She is in grips of immense pain...
To struggle solitude is in vain.
She wants the gathered multitude
and its din (around her).
At war, with life itself
every breath , she strives in vain.
But each breath did weaker grow
till it falls before its DEATHLESS FOE.....
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instead
of a funny being....
running....
jumping....
roaming about.....
sits
in a
corner....
brooding....
inwards....
into
a cocoon....
and
specialising
in
language
of
don'ts !!
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