'The Retirement' Poem by Naga Vamshidhar Ratakonda

Knowing Many a Thing,
After Fun-filled duties,
For Decades Several,
Turn Morning News Papers,
Flip Periodicals through Day,
Recite the Spirituals in Silence,
To End the Day in Routine;

Respectful Showers of the Hey-day,
Missed and were Felt;
Visitors like Minded Hard to Find,
Greets & Helloes Died Down;
Days & Nights would thus pass,
Watching Nature Change,
From Dawn to Dusk,
Peeping through the Windows!

Birdies would rest for a while,
On the window bars and,
Chew the grains spread,
The only visitors regular,
Passed on messages to Thee,
Encoded in their sounds peculiar!

'Idiot Box', the best friend
Broadcasts channels live,
National & Global picturing,
Changes of the new world,
If by chance there is a choice,
Of a comeback chance,
Warns that's the way to live,
You like it or Not!

Culture & Literary Events,
Would Invite now & then,
To flock & reckon past glories,
With Memory waves flashing,
Sweet moments would cherish,
Only for time being;

Nature walks of the Eve,
An alibi to re-connect with world,
And talk to anything that cross,
Birds, Snakes, Insects, Flies & others,
Busy in their world to tease!

No Bosses, No Assistants,
No Staff, No Customers,
No Business, No Issues,
No Competitions,
No Expectations,
Not a Burden to Society after all;

Living All by Self & For self,
Consume Less & Destroy Less,
Peace with Fellow Beings,
And Peace with Nature,
Alone closure to 'GOD'!

'The Retirement' Days,
Boon or Bane unknown still,
But a 'Bliss' when you are
'Retired Young';
'Young' in infinite Time,
'Age' a Myth,
Awaiting one 'Final Call'!

-Dedicated to all those 'Retired', wishing them Hope and Happiness!