Scars of my old age
(translated with eye filled with tears)
I am one of those very old men of seventy seven,
In whose life the rain of love has forgotten to wet ,
I live one month with each of my four sons ,
And in another four days I have to go to my last son.
I am counting days to go there because ,
The dhothi presented by my second daughter in law ,
During last deepavali festival has become torn and faded,
And the spectacles bought by first son has broken three weeks back.
Since my third son is very short tempered and miserly,
I have hidden my spectacles and am tottering round the home,
I have to get it changed only through my last daughter in law
And since there are only four more days I have another job.
After every one has gone to office and school ,
I would have to wash all my cloths one by one,
Though there is a washing machine in my son’s house,
My daughter in law has told me not to put my dirty cloths in it.
Though old and tottering and though I find it difficult to wash,
I never tell about it to my son as my DIL has forbidden me to do it.
So just like a young child counting working days of School,
Before the vacation starts , I am counting days to visit my last DIL.
My last son is not as wealthy as my other sons,
He does not own a house or car and any other such things,
He lives in a rented house and both have mopeds
IN which they travel everywhere and do all their jobs.
Whenever I go to their home , my Dil would come,
To receive me and with great joy , i travel on her pillion,
And she will be asking me many questions and I would answer,
By telling her everything without blaming my other sons
Since she is smart she will buy me rose milk on the way,
Since I like it very much and find out everything from me by constant nagging.
Ands as soon as we reach home , she will see whether I have,
All the medicines that i take and if not chide me,
When she sees that I have purchased her pet sweet,
She would laugh and I would have fought with my wife,
That she had not given a daughter like her to me ,
But unfortunately she has left me alone and has gone to God.
After four days I reached her place riding on a bus ,
And she was waiting for me as was her habit,
She got my bag from me and made me sit safely,
On her moped and asked me several things
“Do they not have time to take you for shaving ?
And even before I could tell some made up excuse ,
She took me to the saloon and afterwards asked me,
What happened to my specs and frowned at me.
Just like a child showing his failed report card ,
I showed my broken specs and without showing her anger,
She took me to a spectacle shop and told me ,
“Only for this I always fight with you not to go from here”
She got a new specs and opened my box, saw my cloths ,
And told “Your cloths are clean that means they made you wash them”,
And when I laughed sheepishly , she too laughed with me ,
And I told her that I am dizzy and wanted to lean on her and asked her.
She said,” Okay Be careful and lean on me “ and I actually told a lie ,
So that I could to lean on her who was my daughter,
But not born to me and for another one month ,
Those scars of my old age would become invisible in her teasing.