The twilight hours of cool breeze;
a time for resident-relative to meet;
Seated on Chairs and Wheel-chairs;
they looked unperturbed with the crowd around;
Some could talk, few sobbed …….agitated
but many gave just a vacant look,
If one walked non-stop all around,
others would sit and watch far away…..
The meaningless questions of “how are you”
exchanged with a mute silence or a sob,
What is this disease??????
Why this Suffering ??????
A successful and eventful career
enough of wealth to enjoy their retired life,
their dreams of being with kith and kin,
in their loving home built with love and care,
All a forgotten past; never to recollect!!!.
Who knew the wheels of Life
would rotate this way????
the road of destiny
would lead them here….
Enjoy what they own;
remember their mission of life;
share their fears and pain;
express their love to kith and kin?
For ages ….
Sages have dwelled in Silence to realize Atman!!!
This dwelling has a different search
Neither of Atman nor Paramatman….
A search within…..
WHO AM I??????
- After a visit to Alzheimer's facility in South India Poem written by Rama Rangaswamy for Silver Innings ' A1 Snehanjali' project.
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