Vohorod, The Birthday Poem by arvind shah

My Vohorod, the birthday celebration
and the memories then...

Our children were growing young
we were thick and thick: among -
had one home: a virtuous touch
nurtured bond and feelings such
the home was vibrant, and we: alive
the family life and liveliness, to thrive.

It was an elation for, my wife and me
charming ways, for the children to see
the children grew up, means to find
got scattered their ends to mind:
now, they are global with ambitions
but here, we, great definitions?

Today, I and my wife live in a house, grand
but are lonely, to stand
it is my vohorod, the birthday
had rituals and hymns to say
wore a new branded pair of dress
what is my feel - how is it, to address!

We try to keep a soul of home in the house
not to feel secluded and get into remorse
for now, it is I and my wife in the house
none of the children and kids, around
they are 'happy' distant, to have grown, big
but, are we disintegrated, and almost blink!

Have I and my wife shrunk or grown
we are alone, but our progeny has 'shone'
the few days, then, we will be, only one
some days more, and it will be none -
the home will die, and house on auction
a kashmiri pandit will be lost for ever, then...!

© Arvind Shah August 25