Uncles Room

On the second floor of the aged house

Lived a true man filled with grouse

He was past eighty close to ninety

Lost his parents long back, brother very recently

Sans high certificates or degrees, baldy was wise

I oft felt unhappy at his piercing eyes

Wearing a "lungi" he woke up at four

Prayed to his God whom he never met before

that fateful night the third of May

He bade me goodbye and danced away

 

The room was large hearted ,cement floor,asbestos roof

Ceiling of bamboo strips woven painted white

Large windows fully glass paned with clear glass

Walls old with winding snakes of termite mud

Eastern window,Western window,Southern window

Small attached bath,toilet complete with telephone shower

Aluminium bucket ,aluminium mug, cheap Lifebuoy soap

I never saw him unhappy , never saw him sad

 

The old man played his role in an excellent manner

Acted as a role model.. lesson for me as a teacher

He was a sage .. I can't call him a preacher




© Bishwanath Mukherjee


Author's Notes/Comments: 

Ode to my uncle who lived with me in his last two decades.Passed away on 3rd May 2000. Thoughts I now share.

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