Relations Poem by mohanan viswambharan Nair

Oh, friends…….
Do you know, where am I now?
Now I stand in front of the picture of my father,
on the wall of my library, I have no prayer room
In my new house built near the river.
I hang his photo there on the wall,
for, prayer, not being seen by others, as this place is safe.
Folding my hands together, I pray to him.
I can't, then help thinking of his hoardings for me
What I am now?
I am the sum of the sun, he has got,
the pain he has eaten, the tears he has shed.
My father smiles at me, but his eyes are still wet.
Dad, I said, I overheard your grandson telling his wife,
I am taken to the old age home as I am alone in the house.
In an old age home, there are many friends of my age.
No tension, no loneliness, free life and merrymaking.
He takes me there in the early morning.
What you had left me here, have already been given to him.
With these folded and bare hands, I leave here.
My father still smiles at me, but his eyes are still wet

Oh, friends……………………………,
Do you think, where will I be tomorrow?
At an old age home, or in a new picture next to my father!