Old me

By Athira Vivek

He alarmed me in a hush sound,’it's time’ he said,
with those hustle, I woke to bag his lunch.
When those hours of race award me a sweet bye,
reminders of solitary cage me in a dozen.
Like in a cage ,I stand ,but castle in view.
Scrolls and screens  shower their triumph,whereas
Here I stand ,amidst highway,with  undirectional gaze.
His warm hands of love,care and sympathy,
Trigger  old years of trophies and shield ,that
Still exhibit in an old room, that still dusted by mom.

How did I become like these?,
Wasn’t i the one who unstopped in  race,
Wasn’t i the one who outshined in the stage,
Wasn’t i the one who millioned in dreams,
Was it him or the cage that changed me more, 
Or was it me who squeezed myself in a hole.
The walls my hand once planted, now 
befalls upon to cage me within.
When memories strike,tears roll,heart whisper
‘Oh my hands, pen old me before it fades’.