Every fall takes a little longer to heal.
Every
setback sets you a little further back.
And you
wonder if you are still the same you!
Once
you tripped and fell face down on the ground
Your
parents had their hearts in their hands.
But you
sprang up on your feet right there and sprinted away.
Now you
wonder how you changed so much!
The
bone memory dies hard.
It
remembers how you slaved away for the success.
For one
more project, one more, always one more.
The
corporate hunger was insatiable!
How you
deprived your little child
day
after day, night after night, your own pleasure too!
On the
day of your retirement, they gave you a watch.
Fully
aware that the time when you needed it, was behind.
You are
a burden to society now,
Though
you contributed lifelong for your old days,
Now,
you are considered too costly to keep.
They
are patiently waiting for you to quietly disappear.
You sit
on the worn-out chair on your porch.
under
the shade of the peepal tree that you planted once.
And
peer through a pair of thick glasses.
Time
does not move; it is at a standstill.
Do you
recognize the little child who just
tripped
and bounced right back up, over there in the meadow?
Life
goes on, my friend, with you or without
This
chair on your porch will remain empty soon.
You're
just a memory to a select few, your own kindred
and
only till the time they too pass away.