Even when I’m aged
When at a time I find it hard
To see you through a hazy vision
When my thoughts will be deranged
And my speech slurred
I would’ve lost that playful smile
Hidden in the corners of my lips
Only for you
My skin wrinkled in crores
My body sans vigor and vitality
My hair a silvery crown
A stoop adorning my back.
You’d be there
Beside me,in front of me,following me
So indulgent in my matters
As always you are.
Supporting me as I climb a step or two
Making your own tea
As I would’ve forgotten to do so.
No complaints,no frustrated murmurs,
Gesturing me to the window at dusk
To watch the fireflies I love so much
Slowly softly stroking my back
And as I look up into your eyes,
You will never hesitate to bend down
Remove a strand of silver from my brow
Plant a little kiss and whisper my name.
As sleep beckons both of us
I would pray to God teary eyed
Not to prolong this life longer
But to bless us both
In a coffin together.
by Smitha Bharathan
August 5th 2015.