Three score upward now, I believe now.
He bathed me, fed and helped me dress
Took care of my hair, took me out for haircut
Sent me to sleep too, going on cautioning all day.
That he makes fun of me, jibes and mimics too
Maybe childish pranks – not always laughable though
Angers me many a time, when brazenly ridiculed.
That’s so because it is done in his better-half’s presence
But the ‘other one’ at home - not a foreign particle - really.
Kids don’t understand beyond just fun and laughter.
When badly needed of course.
Learning must be different now – no?
In its true sense it began now
Getting this to know is joy at three score
Irritation, anger, fury and petulance are health matters
Tablets gulped and given exercise gives one longer ‘time’
The gas must not give in getting exhausted
With no gas stations nearby
The ones near the table and bedside
These are joys enough
I knew and consoled myself
Remembering ‘aatmaa vai putra naamaasi’
For the last Sanskrit word read ‘sannasi’ too,
Ungrammatically.
