Son! Poem by prabhakar bhatlekar

The guest got up and
looked at the red east.
Then turned and with
wide smile reflected
goodbye.
Hmmm...
He picked his bundle
and disappeared
westward.
The old couple, for long
just stared at west
till he vanished in mist.
Old man was little worried
for his crying lady.
'Each damned stranger
can't be our son! '
He stroked her untidy
hair and left to
collect driftwood to face
the touching winter.
That was most important.
He laughed at the
rising sun and
whistled cheerfully.