Sleeping on bed
Her head on my chest
And under my dimpled chin
With my thoughts looking at the future!
Pangs of ailing body
Eyesight dimmed and loss of the ears
Stammering tongues clutched by Alzheimer’s
Cramping legs, staggering steps to the grave!
While in prime time
Thanks to our youth and the lap
That paved the way for them to see the world
But those reared and cared by us
Left us loitering in the lurch
When our body smeared with pus! ! !
Bhaskaranand Jha Bhaskar
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem