Nirvana Poem by Daniel Trevelyn Joseph

What is it? It is a blowing out, they say:
While on morning walk in BKC,
Like for Wordsworth on the moors,
Came a sudden thought to me.

I have an only child a daughter, healthy
An MBA and all that, happily employed
And married for last fourteen years.
But she has not borne a child yet.

I suspect that she doesn’t mind having one,
But her husband was perhaps not ready
I don’t know why: one cannot talk in India
Such matters with the son-in-law!

I don’t know why: perhaps he thinks
His wife is a kid herself, and how can
She bring up another? Or aught else
I wouldn’t know what it is. Matters not.

When my wife bore a child at twenty-two,
And described her experience and pain
In Madras hospital, with the stern gynaecologist,
We decided to stop with one; now they with none!

My daughter has crossed her mid-thirties,
And health-wise, it is not wise to conceive now.
When we four die, family nirvana is achieved,
Blown out for the world as it is and its future.