I want to tell an incident
That set me seriously thinking
I need to confide in someone, who
May empathize with me,
Without blinking
Feeling pensive and sorry
Now, I narrate my story
My son’s fiancé asked me
To go with her for camping
It was too good an offer to refuse,
Consented profusely thanking
My son objected cynically
In minimum words saying
I should consider my age, before with
A team of kids, I consider joining
That reminded me of time he wanted to go
To a camp where
Some convent kids were going
I saw the desire in his eyes &
Sent him along with them
In spite of his father and others opposing
These children forget that
When we in age are growing
The child, in us, remains,
Forever, a child frolicking
We, too, want to go out, to sing ,
Dance and laugh
And to happily partying
The child inside me is vital
For my meaningful survival
If taken away from me
Will virtually lead me to die
For instead of prolonging
Worthless life,
I would rather bid it a good bye
~Sudha Dixit
Bangalore, India