Vacancy Poem by vidyut chakraborty

I was wandering in the wilderness of unemployment
in search of a job,
I mean to serve in lieu of money.
In all languages of the world
the termiology depicts Slavery-act of servant.
In all means it epitomize the estabished person.
It was painful to be away from home.
it was my feeling - I was only Twenty-five.
Mind that in the Seventies,
India was not in fast track communication.
I never minded how more pain my Mom endured
severing me to live in Rajasthan.
There was a typical Bengali homesickeness,
however, I came back to Kolkata to join the Brass.
Twenty-five years after
my only daughter left for London and
took five years to settle there
I was not shaked as the trend of the days is that.
Now her mom left me to fill up the vaccuam
my daughter felt.
I am alone doing the household
performing my duties
as The Sacred Gita quoted.
I am realizing the aching pain of my deceased Mom
Now I understand the chilling sense of the trend of the days
I drew lone and vacant;
It is my feeling - I am only Fifty-eight.