A quite saturday in October 2012, the date was six
Events over the course of the day had me into a fix
Events over the course of the day had me into a fix
The man I looked up to was still and clam on his bed
Near and dear to him were standing around and spread
Near and dear to him were standing around and spread
Long ordeal it was, which he fought through with patience
A value he knew, in minutes few, would be my inheritance
A value he knew, in minutes few, would be my inheritance
Time was ticking, the silence was deafening & feeling was of pity
His eyes kept watching his dear wife; signaling my responsibility
His eyes kept watching his dear wife; signaling my responsibility
Images millions I could see in those eyes, along with a contented smile
Of his village house, the pond and ancestors, all stacked up in a pile
Of his village house, the pond and ancestors, all stacked up in a pile
Was he in distress or in pain? How can I tell with hardly any sound or sign?
Atlast, he let out tears like raing drops & a sigh of despair, yet benign!
Atlast, he let out tears like raing drops & a sigh of despair, yet benign!
He had led his life in public and private with virtue of honesty
A value that I would now inherit and adhere to in all earnesty
©Balaji Palanidurai
A value that I would now inherit and adhere to in all earnesty
©Balaji Palanidurai
An earnest account of what life can teach each one of us and bring about a paradigm shift in the way we see the world around us.
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