He wa s like a sea horse

He was like a sea -horse
He was like a sea horse
rearing in his pouch of care,
mothering , fathering weathering many,
now paces his steps with a walking stick,
the jubilant kids clap, clap clap
in tune with his stick, the third leg ,of his,
the old aunt just gets up
from the noon siesta ,yawning
to gossip and filter the frequented
surroundings in her efficient
proficient rating list,
the hot tea smoke embers
from the china cup , mix
and merge in the air from
the spicy culinary kitchen,
I taste the cardamom
In my first sip and drink,
I transcribe my heavy heart
Into the blank pages, the
Past relives in the present,
All that closeness
Is not close and good,
Only a pretended smug,
The old sea horse
Passes by,repeats the
rhythm, believe in the God
who believes in you.