Lonely Hearts - Poem by Aniruddha Pathak
No Fathers’ Day card e’er failed to arrive,
Nor yet a sterile call on Mothers’ Day;
A family album on a lean day
Kept deserted memories still alive,
As did the once-in-a-blue-moon visits
That waned thinner as every season changed.
The Spartan flat, once modestly crowded,
Looked more spacious now than it ever was,
A luxury no less for old couple;
But they knew, children had their life to live—
Life getting hectic, harder by the day,
Should not old bones happy feel to survive?
Happy for a few bread-crumps to them thrown:
When do fledglings return to nestling homes?
Beasts are not known to care for old parents,
Nor do winged parents wish returned favour;
And children take parental grace as given,
Forgetting, they need cross the same desert.
But time has come for man to copy beasts
And birds, to let instincts have a free play,
Oblivious, human hearts sing a lone tune;
What good to be civil, to be social
That draws us ‘way from where Nature is?
Besides, love’s not love wanting a returned favour.
And still, an odd phone call far better was,
An occasional card, a rare visit;
‘Tis good to know they remember us still’,
And better still to nurture a fond doubt
Than to stare at a stark, frustrating proof,
Is not it good to dream than to wake up?
And so they lived, and lived a lonely life at home
Than be mere ‘furniture’ under an alien dome.
This was written on Fathers’ Day (17th June) . The piece
is set in blank verse.
–Musings | 02.06.12 |
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