OLD AGE HOME

Respect the old men and women for once they were your fathers and mothers who gave you milk and food. Remember: your time is not far off to be forgotten by your children :

 history repeats ,sometimes with more intensity

Varma

An OLD AGE HOME

1

One evening

I entered the neat square

With low-roofed blocks

Standing monotonous in a row

Throwing black shadows

Over the neatly laid

2

Toothless faces looked at me

Each face an elegy in its own right

With all emotions spent

Spelling sense of finality

3

“Are you happy here”, I asked reluctantly

A wary smile broke on the face

Only to recede into a web of wrinkles

4 the deep-set eyes rolled back

Aware of their clotting blood elsewhere

That has become thinner than water

(A pregnant dream-world

With free associations)

4

I left them in pain

5

Perhaps they were engaged

In playing hide and seek

In the twilight of their lives

6

A row of sitting ducks at dusk

Willing targets in firing range