106.The Cupboard Of The Yesterdays Poem by rajagopal haran

106.The Cupboard Of The Yesterdays



(Dear Readers, these 9 days being Navarathri, the special days for worshipping my Divine Mother Kali, I wanted to show my love to Her; the deity of this poem is an old lady not required by the son, unwanted for the society; as she finds nobody to share her feelings I am using this forum to vent her inner rumblings; bear with her and me; Jail Kali!
Note: India is a country where women are respected as Goddesses; here comes the Goddess)

Every bullet
Finds a billet
Anger of whom is turned against me?

Oh! No one around!
Whom shall I ask this question?
Shall I turn inward?
Exactly that is the burden of my complaint!

With eighty rupees in my hand
I go around the corridors
Deserted and desolate
Of a house they call old age home!

Was this asylum my goal?
I hunt for a soul
That can hear me out!

Happier moments bang my mind
Don’t ask me what is the scale!
Son was cute
Naughty we called!

By “we” I mean
Hubby, son and me!
That “we” is gone (forever?)
Is “me” left to live?

Testing times
Cycled us through
Paisa became rupee
My partner making the magic!

Quiet days of tranquility
Son came of age
Becoming the prince
Promising to convert
Our rupee into dollar!

Better half turned ill
With nothing left in our fill
Spent on the son to send him up the hill
Husband left this drill
Leaving nothing as a will!

The owe was not over
With partner breathing his last
Son being so busy, getting no leave
With nobody by my side
And no time to peeve
I lit the pyre
Of the body I loved!

Grieving was the order,
Of the days to come!
Old age creeping in,
Debilitation setting forth
Incoherence in actions
And resources dwindling so fast
Son at last helped me
In finding this asylum
Through the miracle of Internet!

Neighbors bidding goodbye
For the last time in my life
The only known souls
I can count as relations
Found my way
To the destination of no return!

Unable to pour my heart
As easily as in the past
I remain the old cupboard
Of yesterdays
Crawling on my crippled legs
Hating myself for nothing!

20 09 2009

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