It is just to remind me of my living world,
My stories, my pains, my inescapable inwards.
It must be needed to submit life certificate,
In each November, the world may know I am surviving,
Just knowing inside, I am living screaming inside.
I cannot live in cheers, with my wishes,
As I have to think month after month to buy a laptop,
As my old desktop computer goes out beyond repairs.
I have got my identity card, income-proof and some money,
I then go to a computer showroom, to buy new one, on loan,
And I stepped out blank; loan cannot be given to an old man.
I have a dream to give my grandson a good health and future,
And perhaps I lost the balance, as parents of the toddler say,
The kid is theirs; they know better ways to make the kid worthy
For living with high esteem, I cannot be an educator,
They say, I may be a mute observer, I cannot welcome new age
And the new living pattern, and for my balance, they will give me
One sandalwood stick for my morning walking,
My dream is my burn, I have to draw curtains upon my life,
The harder image of life pushes me beyond light.