Thoughts of the days

a poem by Babu V V

I sat on the bank of the river
It is busy to reach its destination
Anglers are on their search for livelihood
Crows fly around them to get their share

Lawn in the garden grown enough for cropping
Caterpillars are jumping like little frogs
Flowers are in bloom
Bees are roaring around them

The cool breeze embraced me
I thought of the day of my birth
I thought of the days of the agony of my family
I though of the days of the litigation with the neighbor

I thought of the days of my childhood
I thought of the days I spent to quench my thirst and hunger
I thought of the days of my education
I thought of the day of my marriage with my lover

I thought of the day I landed in the land of black gold
I thought of the days I enjoyed the life with my co-worker
I thought of how I ate the honey and honeycomb
I thought of how I drank the wine and milk

I thought of the unpardonable sins I committed
I thought of my futile efforts to rein my desire
I thought of how I reached pinnacle of it
I thought of how I ignored the taboo of the land

I thought of the day of my life partner’s premature demise
I thought of how the God punished me
I thought of the day I met my new life partner
I thought of how I enjoyed the life repeatedly

I thought of the days of my youth hood
I thought of how beautiful I was
I though of how energetic I was
I thought of how enthusiastic I was

Now my hairs have turned gray
My arms are trembling
My skin is shrinking
My grinding machine broke down

My spine bent like an arc
My face is with full of scars
My legs are growing weak
My ears are deaf to the noise of the street

Now I have nothing to think about
I am thinking of rest in peace