Saturday, January 3, 2026

Sipra's Diary: POEM "Bliss Of Time"

 

 : BLISS  OF TIME                             lines=30

How silent was the noon of Austin in summer , 

 Like inferno and more lonely than midnight of winter,

 Taking backward journey of  twenty three  years   

 I wonder to remember how I used to take walk

 At mid-noon in the neighborhood of ‘Shroeder Park’ 

When neither a squirrel nor even a bird was in sight!                        

Or sometimes I walked aimlessly towards gas station…              

 Seldom some car appeared to pass over by side -road

Some times I needed to enter nearby a rich neighborhood

Named as 'Balcones wood', with my rolled on suitcase 

Full of dirty clothes. I was not legally supposed                              

To use that washing machines as being outsiders 

But fortunately never questioned by any security guards.            

 After the 9/11mishap, I always noticed outside the gate

A police-van busy in listening continuously radio message ! 

Worried me to be arrested by police, for encroaching   

Another laundromat! My son lost his job in last lay off.               

He bought a house with   defective washing machine.                   

I was parceled to daughter, studying in Ann Arbor, Michigan.     

All these misfortune showered one after another.                          

Within short interval of my husband passed away!                          

It was hard to imagine how a brilliant rank holder                            

 

Could lose job from a Company, pitched me in sorrows           

As curse of time was over, I forgot the depressed years:            

The inferno of summer, or snow-white plants in Ann Arbor   

Looking as eerie ghosts, turned as trauma of a narrator!          

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Print this post

No comments:

Post a Comment