Sunday Poem By Debarati Sen

Reminiscence.

It was a rainy day sometime in June,
I held dad’s hand while walking on a drenched noon.
The mud soiled our dresses and feet
But the symphony of the rain drops were cheerful and sweet.
We walked miles amid the gushing showers,
With dad by my side, those were my happy hours.
Years later it’s the same drizzle again.
Dad is now old with a dementia dazed brain!
Now the tables have turned.
Fate has left him spurned!
Now I hold his shivering fingers as he trundles along.
While he murmus an insipid heart’s mournful song.
His mind is now a maze,
All the memories vanish in a haze!