Nothing true?

Nothing true?

 

Hey Sudhamayee !

Fervently pray we.

“Your soul to be blest

with peace and rest

Stayed it, distressed

at your lifelong quest

of the peace permanent

not shunning the attachment

to material world of illusion

and after it, your frenzied run.

Born with a silver spoon

wedded best as a boon

blessed with progenies

your old age, them to ease

But the college curriculum

imparts materialistic wisdom

makes one spiritually  dumb,

to it, proven traditions succumb.

in it, exists a visible absence

of compassion and coexistence,

love and respect find little place

for material life .in this mad race.

Thanks to the providence

the bureaucratic opulence

not parting you till late age

from a kid to grandma stage

serving your need illusive

inflated it to grow massive.

Time and age stood on the way

to thwart it none can have a say,

billions in bank, properties vast

against their savage cannot last.

Faded your strength and health

failed to fight it out, your wealth

Waned your life, lustrous, once

by the eternal rules of providence.

Followed it the gospels’ tale

A helpless man only can yell.

The soul still defining “You”

wails missing happiness true’.

The torture inflicted on your soul

at end of its Sudhamayee’s role

at an old age home, by your scream

out of your trauma at shattered dream..

Dreamt, you had one day

to die while being aided to pray

for bliss with heavenly abode

with a tearful adieu, head bowed

by each of the family tree, you own

as out of your blood they are grown.

Many were at your beck and call

to attend you an ailment a small

desolated you with time and age

none had time, you to encourage

to aid you pray at the last stage

when the soul leaves the mortal cage.

but in lieu a paid nurse as a proxy of all

would bide you adieu without a tear to fall

Finally you sighed last bidding walls adieu

none as your own was near you

to put on your mouth the Ganga water

as the nurse had many more to look after

No near and dear were praying for you

to all that appeared true but never true

your progenies like you too

are in search happiness true

at the apex of their family tree

in illusion, the reality they continue to see

too busy to spare a moment

even knowing  your death was imminent.

Your rituals in grand style, they plan

stopped, it may be by the COVID ban

Money can buy everything as they know

Sudhamayee! Sigh we at your painful show.

Empty-handed

you landed

on this land

and with empty hand

departed you

as to you nothing true

you could make

with you to take.

.

 

P K Routray

In the service of Lord

 

 

(N . B  Sudhamayee is a character of a departed soul. She was born and brought up in a large bureaucratic family attended by many kids and married to a bureaucrat on a powerful chair till superannuation in a well-to-do family. She had sons and daughter well placed at farthest places in India. After her spouse departed she stayed with her son and daughter and at times alone at her home with aids to help and old thinning population of known neighbors. But her love and affections for progenies and their offspring and the urge of staying in a bigger family compelled her to stay most of the time with her offspring where gradually she felt neglected as they were bus in their family and social life alien to Sudhamayee’s own state. And grandkids out grew the age of Grandma tales.
As sudhamayee got aged she stayed with her sons and daughter.Being busy with their family engagements her sons left her at an old age home. Within three days there she breathed her last.
Here is an attempt to portray her feelings at old age home and reflection of her soul.Old generations like Sudhamayee in India grew and lived in joint family having size mare than ten)