After The Death Of His Wife, Said He That He Would Turn Into A Sadhu Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

After the death of his wife
Took he the oath
That he would never,
Wept he bitterly
While lighting the pyre
At the crematorium,
Remembering her so much
His beloved wife,
Taking the photograph
Along with him,
Seeing her stealthily
How she was,
How she has.

But with the passage of time
Slipping,
Memories sliding,
He taking new look,
Thinking afresh
Of entering into
A new alliance,
Engagement,
Nuptial relationship
Breaking his long silence
Full of memoirs and souvenirs,
Mementos and remembrances.

But how has he changed after the re-marriage
Think you,
A middle-aged man
Looking so handsome and fresh,
Youngish and stylish
In his Bermuda shorts
Jogging in the park
In the stylish golden framed specs,
Youngish-youngish and gay
And handsome
Just like a brat,
not a senior
Always after the new wife
Glued to the T.V. set and the camera
Forgetting his son and daughter.