My father travels on the late evening train
Standing among silent commuters in the yellow light
Suburbs slide past his unseeing eyes
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loss of human values especially in indian culture too such things r happening so oss of culture that is SANSKAR
I loved the poem Father Returning Home..The words used there reminds me of the current scenario..
A father's picture recollected by a son, seen from far just as a man going as a wayfarer, traveller, passer-by; a pedestrian, commuter and in this shuttling in between the house and the workplace which but is the order of the day, modern life and living life will pass away as thus.
When to share with him? What care has he got from? He comes as a loner and returns back to the workplace as a loner loning on the ways of life.Our modern life too has become so busy and fast that there is no time to see anyone. We too have become so much self-centred.
Family values, alone between many, expression of a constant yearning and reminiscing. Great piece
Lovely narrative poem, well articulated and nicely penned. Thanks for sharing. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON.
The poem is a true reflection on how an humble and lonesome old man finds himself in his own family. I quote a few lines: Man's estrangement from a man-made world... / His sullen children have often refused to share / Jokes and secrets with him.
Congrats on being poem of the day today. This poem certainly deserved to be one; it conveys so beautifully the feeling of a lonely, old man...
I liked the metaphor - I can see him getting off the train / Like a word dropped from a long sentence. / Wow...