My Life's Essay

Enduring with the challenges of life

Dancing to the melodies of a fife

 Educating him only to see him fly

My eyes bid a teary goodbye

Expecting him to return was my strong belief

To be my ‘Shravan’ in older days was my heart’s motif

Had I learned to obey my sixth sense’s magic

I‘d have been lucky not holding the walking stick

A teary smile she gave when we first met

Tied a beautiful bond by kismet

That played ugly when needed the most

And with that teary smile she surrendered to the foremost

What was once hale and hearty

Was left as fragile as a dream and ashy

When you blatantly refused to fly down

To be next to your ailing mom, we were letdown

With weakening vision and growing gray

I trundle to survive, to complete life’s essay

Her smile still brushes my canvass with a ray of hope

Which fades when your memory gropes

  

Was there a clanger in your upbringing?

I don’t know...

For a father’s heart can forgive everything

But how can it forgive the disrespect shown to the mother’s womb?

No amount of devastation can break a man’s heart

That is already torn apart

By his own blood

Blinded and acrid

As I lay with a creased forehead

Waiting for the old age home to roadbed

My life’s essay

Dancing to the tunes of His merciful screenplay 

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