Wait For The Last Summon Poem by Bireswar Halder

WAIT FOR THE LAST SUMMON

What pleasant moments! I enjoy always in my life
As if I am in a paradise with an eternal peace
Everybody loves and cares, such bliss!
It seems my small family is my whole world.

With energy, verve and enthusiasm defining life
One earns a lot for all, the members treat him like a tree
All hug him like creepers for their livelihood
I also enjoyed their company leaving aside all odds.

I discharged all my duties and responsibilities being the head
Without expecting anything in return
Once I grew older, my hair turned silver, I grew lean and thin
When vision slowly became feeble, stick was the only help.

I noticed a tremendous change in attitudes of all
That love and caress vanished like camphor
In spite of all this, I love all of them - it's the illusion I feel
At the fag-end of life, sweet memories flash across me frequently.

Today I am an unwanted burden like old furniture
No value of human life - my role is over for them
And waiting for the last summon from the Providence.
I don't know how much more I am to wait in the old age.