It’s noon, well and bright,
The breeze is in, going around
Taking the trees on a ride,
The sun is out, happy and content,
Shining bright though the thickets,
Lighting up patterns on the ground,
Beneath thick canopies of my Jamun tree
It’s as if there are many others with me,
For, in the wind, shadows dance,
Hopping and tottering like restless squirrels
I must go in for a nap,
My body feels the advent of age
My joints ache, my heart too,
But the reason I know not know,
I must go close the yard gates
The wind loves to swing the fastened gates,
At times, they wouldn’t give me peace at all,
The wind; it rattles the iron chain on the gates
Metal clanking metal; takes me to my past
When little children made merry
By banging metal spoons on metal plates.
But they aren’t there anymore with me…
These noises in my life;
They are disturbing, and peace-depriving,
But they keep other distractions at bay
My loneliness I forget on cheerful afternoons like this
While watching shadows
And when the wind attempts to take my clothes
Away from the clothesline
My clips keep them secured, but they do attempt
To tease my strength and my thoughtfulness
When there aren’t many reasons to get up
The birds are at my bedroom window,
Calling me out to see them at play,
It’s their way you know,
Of the sun, the wind and the birds
To give me company
It’s their way of telling me that I am not alone
It’s their unspoken language of love
That keeps me going
It’s the reason for old-age days
To wake up in the mornings.
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