The Table Fan In Winter Poem by DASHARATH NAIK

My best friend in Summer
The table fan is placed deserted in chilly winter
In a dark corner away from family bliss and company
Almost forgotten and neglected
full of dust and dirt
Unmoved, uncared and unloved for no fault of its
As if a cursed Ahalya* it is!

I find the old parents in it
Almost in the same lot
The situation changes once the children stand on their own
Get married and settled miles away from home
Quite happily with their wife and children
In utmost fun and frolics
Merry making and enjoying their youthful life
Oblivious of the old parents
Once they took pride in
When they badly needed their hands
Forgetting their duties and responsibilities towards them Treat them as unwanted burdens Leaving them to suffer silently in the remotest village
Without comfort and basic needs at hand
Living amidst wants and worries
Without a letter or phone call from their hearts
Forgotten are they
And their dedication, their commitment
Unconditional love and support too;
All meaningless and vague for them now.

How to take the best care of my table fan in winter
I think I know it well
But I never do care to take its care
I seem to be busy for nothing
Leaving my best friend to suffer silently
In the pitch dark corner of my room Where sun light never kisses it.

©®Dasharath Naik
THE TABLE FAN IN WINTER

My best friend in Summer
The table fan is placed deserted in chilly winter
In a dark corner away from family bliss and company
Almost forgotten and neglected
full of dust and dirt
Unmoved, uncared and unloved for no fault of its
As if a cursed Ahalya* it is!

I find the old parents in it
Almost in the same lot
The situation changes once the children stand on their own
Get married and settled miles away from home
Quite happily with their wife and children
In utmost fun and frolics
Merry making and enjoying their youthful life
Oblivious of the old parents
Once they took pride in
When they badly needed their hands
Forgetting their duties and responsibilities towards them Treat them as unwanted burdens Leaving them to suffer silently in the remotest village
Without comfort and basic needs at hand
Living amidst wants and worries
Without a letter or phone call from their hearts
Forgotten are they
And their dedication, their commitment
Unconditional love and support too;
All meaningless and vague for them now.

How to take the best care of my table fan in winter
I think I know it well
But I never do care to take its care
I seem to be busy for nothing
Leaving my best friend to suffer silently
In the pitch dark corner of my room Where sun light never kisses it.

©®Dasharath Naik
*AHALYA (Sanskrit: अहल्या) is the wife of the sage GAUTAMA MAHARISI. Created by LORD BRAHMA as the most beautiful woman, AHALYA was married to the much older GAUTAM. Many Hindu scriptures say that she was seduced by PURANDARA, the current king of heaven (the post of king of heaven is also called INDRA) . Following this incident she was cursed by her husband for infidelity. Eventually, she was liberated from the curse by LORD RAMA (an incarnation of the Supreme Lord KRISHNA or VISHNU) .