The minute hand of the wall clock
Ticked away relentlessly,
Past the “5” mark…
Oblivious to the drama unfolding before her,
My heart beat fast,
As I frantically tried to complete my daily chores,
Trying hard to remain sane, normal…
With my hand bag and laptop slung on my shoulder
I clambered down the staircase and placed the bowl of sabji
With a thud on my Mom’s dining table.
I ran to her bedroom; found her asleep, her eyes shut,
Dad sat beside her, Gurbani playing on the TV,
Looking glum, lips pursed tight, trying hard to remain sane, normal…
I called out, “Bye, Daddy! ”
With his lips moving in prayer,
He nodded in reply…
Fighting back my tears,
I turned and rushed out,
Trying hard to remain sane, normal…
Work went on as usual in the office,
People ran around, disoriented, harassed,
Struggling with various reports…
My juniors kept on arguing with me, refusing to understand
Patiently, keeping anger and violence out of my tone, I asserted myself
Trying hard to remain sane, normal…
25 December 2013
This is a beautiful poem, nice to read and realize your efforts to try being sane and normal. The poem has a wonderful title and a natural flow of words to describe the trying circumstances. 'Patiently, keeping anger and violence out of my tone, I asserted myself Trying hard to remain sane, normal…' - Appreciable, hard to do though. Well done!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is the life which always try to distract us away from the normalcy, still we have to fight it out. Well described.