Time up, its Going, Going
Dr. V.V.B. Rama Rao
Look about:
look around and within
The doting
grand daughter doesn’t rush to your lap
The old and
favourite file photograph frightens
The mirror
image that has kept flattering, bolstering complacence
Throws a
grimace and a scowl
Mail gets
thin-unsubstantial, inconsequential, anyway
Ego is
pinched and punctured
Attractions
wane–taste for spicy things kept on hold
Only wishes
to cling and live by
The
physician grows solicitous -gives a nod you don’t comprehend
His sigh
communicates–but the ennui is not his
Passengers
grow kind, offer you their seats
At least
some out of fear–they’d get that day
Some revere
–they have children too
Man at the
bank counter shows a sofa to bring your cash to
Gone were
the days of flying kisses long ago
Listening
at nights to whistles in breath
At
departure the wife asks you not to take a bus
Time up,
it’s going, going
Learn to be
your own physician
Wearer, know where your shoe pinches!