Poem - Dr. Piku Chowdhury

TRIUMPH

You played with marble orbs on dusty bylanes And garnered glass marbles as your trophy Today you play with Ferrari and foreign tours, New medals treasured by obsessed mind's atrophy. Languishing and dimming eyes of a senile mother Clutching your worn out childhood photo In some darkened room of smelly old-age home Oblivion her shelter, the memories her only prizes won. Can you vie for a prize, a gold trophy in her smile As her famished fingers and her misty raining eyes Caress your hair like bygone days Of grey monotone yet fraught with grace Each teardrop a pearly tribute To your success, your immortal triumph.

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