thousand full moon you have seen
Father, you are still that naughty
Just now, I saw
you toddling in the veranda
But you disappeared, and come
Bleeding from the Knee or ankle.
Does the ghost
of that old tractor
We sold as scrap possesses you?
When through the glass I see you
Lying connected with tubes, wires
Once your estate
had no boundary
Nobody could stop you from anything
And you didn’t mind falls.
For obstinacy, you are still that
Father, you have
become a yogi!
For you days and nights are alike
Rope is the serpent and serpent
Like a tree its
roots from the eroding soil
You rip up your ears and eyes
from the air
And go for a walk in life’s
As you used to in our coconut
I remember the morning glow on
your face then
Now, it’s pain.
you without fail fail to recognise
Memory is just a companion in
Forgetfulness is the faithful
comrade the whole time.
Revelations need no language,
See how things change overnight
Like you becoming my child