CASTAWAY
CASTAWAY
I wait impassively on my porch,
Lost in the labyrinth of memories.
I yearn for the friends I loved and lost,
Hoping that some day our paths cross.
I invite pitiful glances as I stagger down the stairs,
Reminiscing about the times I would sprint without care.
These pleasures hit me like waves,
Bringing forth sweet memories only to recede in sorrowful caves.
Creases of loneliness paint my face as I struggle to keep pace.
I think about my family between three square meals, but they’ve become a honeycomb of busy bees.
My son has his children to rear,
My presence tests his capacity to bear
My daughter is immersed in a marital life of her own.
I wonder if she ever thinks of Baba she left alone.
I got so busy celebrating my offsprings’ childhood,
That I did not realize old age was catching me up for good.
I understand they are busy dodging clocks,
Their carefully orchestrated schedules would go for a toss
I invested all my time and love over my offsprings.
Is it wrong to expect even a single Tring-Tring?
The wheel of time waits for none,
Their innings will end some day and so will their run.