He sat in his recliner in the balcony,
the evening soft breeze so cool, tender
with his eyes closed as if in a trance;
The light breeze swept along his wrinkled skin
caressing everything it touched on its way
at the tiny square balcony garden -
the blooms, leaves, herbs
and his soul soaked in its soothing touch!
His drowsy eyes still closed
he sat in reminiscence of the past
of all that had happened to him:
Now in his mid sixties - creased, faded skin,
withering tree - leaves drying and falling;
His once flexible brain losing elasticity
as is his skin - little by little,
with no one at his side
to talk to or care for him.
He heard the evening chorus of pigeons,
and opened his eyes to see
them flocking across the sky,
as they swooped and soared in
various shapes against the orange sky.
His eyes brightened at this sight!
Again, memories of so many incidents
recent and past - flashed before his eyes:
the loss of his better half to an accident,
the abuse, the neglect by his sons,
those disturbing exchange of words
that only made matters worse,
the endless wait for his sons
to return proved futile.
Ducklings that he devotedly cared
Flew swiftly away from his homestead.
He heard the tinkle of the windchimes,
as it swayed in the gentle breeze.
His mind dissolved in its mellifluous melody!
He has fallen down for the umpteenth time.
He has no vigour left
or desire to get up and move;
He is gradually mastering the art:
Of being dissolved
In the fragility of life
Like a scattered dust...
To be gently carried away by the breeze!
Embracing that precious moment!
Submitted for Ambedo Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Silent One
Copyright © Anitha Jayasankar | Year Posted 2020
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