Oh! my revered Father !!
There was a time when those gray, expressionless eyes
Used to emit thunders,
The much wrinkled face of yours
Were crease-less and glowing;
The back-brushed salt and pepper hair
Still reminds me of your long-lost youth....
My revered father !
How..., slowly..., all those have changed
Haven't I had noticed !!
On your struggling, with tea-cup
In your trembling hands,
I feel a lump in my chest...
( I ) Realize ...... even this much of yours
Won't be there for too long,
As nothing in this world is eternal!
Defeated, I shall have to come to terms
With this reality!
What after ?......
Another old man will occupy that chair in the balcony,
Struggling with his tea-cup and newspaper...
In the playful light and shade of another morning !