Chair - Poem by Jaishree Nair
I am a three legged chair placed
in a corner,
unwanted, handicapped and
unnoticed in an auditorium...
I hail from an ancient teak family,
well-known for our strength and quality.
Carpenter skilled had me carved
into a throne fit for a king.
Sleek and polished I had been; Handsome and elegant I had been;
A place of honour in holy ceremonies
Wrestle to secure my seat honoured.
Brides bejeweled and pretty, grooms groomed and handsome,
All had temporarily used me, Nobody wanted me for their own
Watched scenes enacted, Eavesdropped on conspiracies many; Betrayal and treachery no less; Love and friendship no more.
Fits of fury; temper tantrums and disputes.
Promised bonds broken;
Broken promises bonded;
Trifles too do not pass me by...
Now I am frail and old,
Pitiful my condition to behold;
Time had eaten my entrails,
Lost my leg in a squabble.
Oh! my tale of woe;
Is there no one to hear me out,
Treatment I need drastically,
to regain my glory lost!
Unbearable the pain to suffer; Rashes on my body,
Joints loose and dislocated;
Wounds sore and infected.
I have many truths to reveal;
A boiling volcano - I am; tormented and neglected.
A silent witness to incidents many!
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