Being alone one day
I was walking around
The streets of Kolkata
Then I found
A new building is coming up
In the place of old building
Demolished
And all old furniture
And wooden door and window
Materials are stacked
As if these are antiques
With a hanging notice board
Announcing the activity -
Inviting auction sale
Of all old materials to be checked
For further use
If one likes to repair and reuse
The old valuables, if one can find it feasible.
I am thinking of my life
I have everything
A house, wife, son, daughter-in-law,
A little grandson,
Yet I am moving alone,
They are theirs,
The baby is theirs,
Wife is in a mood
To farewell everything,
Their eyes cast shadows,
Over the scares and gathering
They want to get benefit,
And I cannot think I am elderly one
To say something valuable
As if I am lonely man walking down roadway,
Thinking of demolished building,
Wherein once lived old residents, with
High spirits and solvency held high
In the time of their sovereignty,
Their power to propagate supremacy,
Now their memorabilia are sold,
As dead great grandmother had not to worry about
What she had one to hold and what she had
Not to possess about on the passage of time.
And in my loneliness,
I am also sold to the art of buying antifreeze of a car
In the equation of theory and data retrieved:
If theory is true, data is true, depending
On hands those are already moved to selling content
That slips down old Sapphire glory
As if harvest morning dismisses cloudy sky.
