Shocks

Shocks

 

In life shocks numerous

come with theit own fuss

that man endures

and also time obscures.

Gradually they wane

in the memory lane.

Four out of those

to my heart, close

often draw my smile

spark up my spirit, senile.

Remember I

the pathos of my cry

when I was clasped away

and helpless was my try

from my dear mother

and newborn brother.

Sweets then tasted bitter

toys, lullabies, swing neither

could silence my loud wail

it, only exhaustion could curtail.

The second shock

tears, neither mum could block

when to a hostel I went

to read higher with her assent

parting my mates loving

and sweet calls of my sibling.

Of two shocks I must now talk

that showed the time on my clock

the clock on my mortal stay

in the glittering world’s swing and sway.

when a dame, evading my glance furtive

“ Hi, uncle despite age you are so sportive.”

It forced me to go oft to mirrors

repeatedly on it clearing the blurs

and then ran to the costly beauty parlor.

“ How long can graying age conceal the colure?”.

Still the spirit was kept high

with companions, we could vie

at our teenagers’ crime and misdeeds

in thoughts, words may not be in de ds.

But Alas! The fourth shock drained me out

rediscovered I, my age failing in the bout.

in a queue for an Inox - movie noon show

I was asked to make room by a lethal blow

“Hi, Grandpapa! Leave me your place for the show.”

A dazzling blonde aged maybe forty and odd

asked me to help her or tickets would be sold

for the hot movie, the craze of the teenagers

this shock took away from me all cheers.

 

 

P K Routray

in the service of Lord