WHO AM I - A Poem on Alzheimer's

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….

Can they…….

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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