By Dimple Adwani
With wrinkled flesh and knotted knees,
Holding the cane for my hopeless ease,
With dewy eyes full of hope,
A crimson palace speared,
With the wounds narrating the tell-tale,
Of the stabbers who were once my heart-throbs,
And that bloody day, my home died.
They murdered my sacrifices, love and pain.
And abandoned me in the midnight rain.
And all we had was silence and smiles.
With this tiny tic-tacs I held in my hands,
And fluffy bears beneath my arms.
Are now the only luxury I own.
Perceiving that their childhood had gone,
Bidding me goodbye,
And for the last time I saw my dearest child,
And he gifted me walls and a dome.
And in the amber light that day,
Looking in my darkest way,
Abandoned by my own,
Welcomed into an old-age-home,
And the ones who left me behind,
With open eyes, they turned me blind.
Shedding tears,
With painful stories that nobody hears
Till departure nears …..