Letter From Old Age Home Poem by DASHARATH NAIK

LETTER FROM OLD AGE HOME

Stay blessed, my son
Best wishes and blessings
To cute and loving
Grand children and Daisy.

Everything fine here
Square of meals in time
All comforts for a simple life
TV for news and current affairs
For an exploration of
God's miracle and solace
Helping hands always by side
Free entertainment of
Friends' company in similar lot
Temple to pay a Darshan
To pacify the restless mind.

Dear you
Months have passed
Neither a casual visit
Nor a phone call
I have received from you
Since the day you left me here
On the plea of your busy schedule And children's education.

Whenever I tried to contact
I failed to share my feelings
Your phone rings but
A big man of status
I find at the other end
With ego and pride
No time for even a few words
With his mother
Always in a hurry
Harsh and rude too
Have lost my dream forever
Am destined to suffer.

God bless you, my son;
May you flourish further
With name and fame
Degrees and laurels for your honest labour
Titles and awards aplenty
For your commitment to duty
Service to the foreign company.

Even in your native land
A foreigner you have become
Culture you have forgotten
Values you have ignored
Simply running after money
And status unlimited

Remember
Your honey coloured days
Never did you go to bed
Without listening to stories of values
1,2...3
Yet demanding more about
SHRABAN KUMAR
The character that inspired you most.

Far away from you all
Feeling sick of loneliness
Bereft of family & love
Please.....MAA here.

©® Dasharath Naik