Desires
shrinking, fear looming,
The
old ones are left to themselves.
The old
are not heard when they moan
Unlike
children whose cries are answered.
Isolation
tortures the old.
Humiliations
maim the old.
Neglects
are borne without murmur.
Body-pains
are borne without anger.
I did
not know till I grew old
How
my grandpa felt his old age
And
how my parents felt their woes.
My
progeny don’t know my sores.
24.09.2013
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