Lovelorn Poem by Radhamani Sarma

2) How oft I have seen the wrinkled, marooned
Crammed in old age homes, their beds,
Bedspreads more caring than their eyesore
The warmth of share, entwines
More than the uncomly, the kith and kin.
These ‘homes’ are their real ‘homes’.
In their own homes, they were sunken flesh,
Bundle to be packed and cordoned off.
Eyes almost closed, deprived of sight,
Dried all tears. These eyes care them less,
For they are spent force. The candelabra
Above restrict not their days,
Instead increase their longing to live
On this beautiful Earth. This Earth
Suffices, somewhere, what is lost.
How It holds the lovelorn,
Earthbound, they are unable
To fly. They cannot be away
For IT holds them good.