POEM: Old age home
Pale yellow face and white hair
Sitting silent on the rocking chair
Looking towards the book shelf
I guess he needs some help?
Tears rolling down with stammering voice
Why did he leave me without a choice?
Sacrificed my nights and days
Brought him everything whatever he said?
Now I have realized what remains in my vault
Why to blame anyone, it was my fault
Now I have landed in an old age home
It’s pleasing rather than to roam
Here are hundreds with the same story
I am one among them, so why I’ve to worry
Neither a letter and nor a call
They left me here and that’s all
(The author is poet who hails from Ganderbal)