My Dramatic Monologue! Poem by C. Muralidara Kannan

Hold my hand, gently, gently,
come, let's take
a walk along the beautiful
promenade, shall We?
You hesitate? ...to hold my bony hand? Oh, never mind I will hold yours, for my sake...(I am sure, if I say, ' for your sake', you will pull out)
How comfortable to hold
and cherish this companionship!

Heaven coupled you
and I together for
a formidable four decades, fighting and friending for ever sans
cracking the fulcrum of family!

You smile! What a look!
It is a modern art painted
on an old frame!
Wiseset men too miserably fail to decipher the meaning of women's smile and looks.
Evasive dexterity of
enigmatic deities imprinted
upon the estrovisages.

Come out, What are you
going to gain staying
home alone, join me.
Remember, these strolls
give you fresh air, fresh life.
Forget your kitchen and
house-keeping for a while.

You are moving, are you?
Stepping out, isn't it?
Ah, wonderful attire.
I am happy you
walk along with me!

Do you remember
how close you walked by my side brushing my shoulders and held my hands with a grip tight?
And we walked and talked a lot, long string of meaningless words vanished and washed away in whirly winds.
We did enjoyed those
meaningless walks!

Now I just request
You to hold my hands.
Reluctant, again! No hassles, I will hold yours, then. Dear, this touch
Is not an advance!
This hold and touch turns
a therapy at this age.

Who said no for hugs and kisses
for ripe couples like us?
If there are any such eye-sores,
hell with them!
Our two great angels got settled in their life. They will surely be happy somewhere across the globe.
Don't worry. Good days are ahead.
Now it's time for you and I
to rejuvenate and re-explore.

I take a different turn
with great Francis Bacon.
You need not be a mistress now;
nor a nurse.
But why don't you stay a good companion, at our age? Will you? For the rest of the Years?

You tried to say something...Ah! I take it as a tone of aassonance.
For, You are always
a woman of few words!
And I a story teller, am
singing my prosaic songs
to your deaf ears, at times.
You are always good, for you never bark back as some women do.

I am here to walk along with you until the end.. the road of ripening ritual.
Oh, my Intellegence Incarnate! Enjoy this old age too, in this aged world.
And I am for you!