A take after “old poem” by Guardian
After my failure in tenth class
The father side people tutored in
multiplication
of money and gold,
Weathered in usury and
locking.
Believed in unbelieving everything,
the craze
for money, drove me;
tortured me to a mad extreme;
I left not for army, but not knowing
Where my feet dragged,
going in their
Way. A puppet in their hands,
father became
A virile monster. Landed
in fishermen
Community, I grew
up amidst nets and fins;
After six decades , keen desire for
Roots of family drove
back, pained to know,
Same fate had befallen
my younger brother;
Somebody living
not far off, pointed to the
House sold, exchanged
many hands for ruthless
Villainy of greedy inmates, ditched my father:
He pointed to the banyan
tree,”look there!
I saw him last two
months back in rags with
Unshaven beards , almost sleeping on
Roadside. Money takes many
online pathways.
Curry and masala
fish and fried fish smell
Lingering in my
nostrils, I decide to go back.
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