His Chair
Fine agile and old timers,
of generations have monopolised,
enjoyed newspapers and thread spinning,
yarn weaving on the rocking chair, the
chair was more privileged ,
the Time has set His imprints
on the sturdy visage
the Mahogany slowly lost glamour,
yet, my grandfather , most recent occupier,
the playful kitten, the green parrot and
squirrel and white spongy puppy
took turns on the household emblem
of the family pride, yonder
on the polished mirror, I see its
reflection rocking .
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