An Engineer - PS
Started high school days, with science and math,
Dreaming of becoming an engineer's chosen path,
Time flew by, engineering degree achieved,
No time for novels or poems, I believed.
Limited vocabulary, science fiction in my hand,
Never thought poetry would be part of my plan,
Married life changed, loneliness took hold,
Expressing pain at 60, stories untold.
No syllabus, no foot, no poetic grace,
Yet pain in my heart found its own space,
Love poems flowed, in free verse they danced,
Expressing emotions, life's intricate romance.
Worked as Aerospace scientist for many years,
In the vast expanse, where innovation steers,
Crafting the skies, dreams taking flight,
Navigating realms, reaching new height.
Retired now, from the aerospace domain,
No accolades linger, no applause remains,
The once vibrant mind, now silenced, it seems,
In the quiet retirement, lost in dreams.
As a grandfather now, laughter in the air,
Kids' plays and joy, a love beyond compare,
Penned verses celebrating this beauty,
Yet, loneliness lingers, an unwavering duty.
Copyright ©
Jay Narain
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