My Forgotten Ancestor Poem by Anil Kumar Panda

Waking up in the morning
I bow my head before his
Photograph where from he
Never forgets to drop his
Compassionate look

Though twenty years have
Passed since he left us
Seems it was only yesterday
I wept sitting on his lap

I go back to the guava tree
In our courtyard under which
He used to sit with buckets
Of water to take bath
And wash his sacred thread

The sun rose above
The boundary walls and
Fell on his face that did
Not get a trace of withering
After seventy years of hardship

I look polished and smart
In my ironed suits
Inside the body the soul is rotten
The time is running fast
The train does not wait for no one
Rat race is on
No time to
Wipe off the dusts
Gathering on his photograph