Meenas Poems
Making everything doubly sure.
Revising the researched thesis over.
Revisiting the places over and over.
Recollecting the anecdotes in times over
Deliberating on an issue all over.
Talking about the same topic again and over.
Doing everything all over.
Casts a spell of monotony moreover.
Releases a boredom all so ever.
Shatters execution what so ever.
Delays progress in definite terms all over.
Age calls for attention.
There is less tension,
but more apprehension
commanding a revision,
controlling a deviation,
bringing in appreciation,
reviewing combinations,
assigning permutations,
accepting confrontations,
announcing celebrations,
expecting an invitation,
to depart.
Is there a life after 55? asked Nalini.
What has happened to you? I asked her.
No , I feel that there is no activity after mid fifties.We live a sedentary life. There is no immediate engagement., no pressing commitment, no hastening role to play.
Asher responsibilities are getting discharged, Nalini is bored. Her children have migrated to distant lands. She feels let out. Her husband is busy in his social activity. She , who detests publicity , who loves being at home , is down cast.
This syndrome is keeping many women under pressure.
The emotional bondage she had with their children continues, but the thought they are hundreds of thousands of miles away from her, saddens her.
Nalini , fighting back her tears, says that once upon a time it was the girls when they got married move away from the mother, but in my case, my boys,(she has three , and no girls) have flown away from me. All of them are in the corners of the world., and if anything happens to me , it will take a real 36 hours to reach
Nalini is inconsolable. Biting her lips to halt her sobs, she revels on their boyhood pranks,on their mischievous acts, on their futile attempts to beguile her, on their ability to frame stories to maker her put down the stick ,which she wielded to keep them in order, their skilled pretensions of feeling sick , so that she would allow them to stay at home.
Her swollen eyes emitted radiance , when she spoke of their achievements in academics. She proudly showed the trophies they had won in Tennis tournaments.
I listened to her patiently. Stroke her head, “well , this is life after 55. See through your past.Count your blessings. Derive the essence out of it. Use your writing skill to compile your experiences . Publish a book about bringing up children . This effort would benefit many a parent in rearing their children. It will keep you engaged. “
Will Nalini do ?
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