Brain - Drain (A Villanelle)
they have all gone away
to build their own nests:
leaving us here to stay.
we live in vintage way
paltry pension covers best:
they have all gone away.
summer comes winter sway
no rush for us, only wait:
leaving us here to stay.
with night’s magic spray
sleep comes often, so no haste:
they have all gone away.
solitude seldom finds say
moments of joy are a quest:
leaving us here to stay.
same old story told same way
creates only bitter taste;
they have all gone away
leaving us here to stay.
rajkumar@kolkata
28-07-2010
rajkumar@mukherjee
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
one typical and good poem in " villanelle" form with right tercets and quatrain and the 'aba' ryme scheme. I like it, easy to understand. Having written in 2010 I chanced to read it in 2019. sad!