Solemn Remembrances [Part4]
The devastating aftermath,the sharp slide of briny tears
Rolling,rolling,rolling on my brother`s face down to the cheeks,
Down to the trembling lips,down to the throat and vanishing
Behind the shirt-I never wept-my conscious won`t let me-
My Eye is doomed for the whole of my life
My life is cursed for the whole of eternity.
My sin,detestable abomination still haunts my memory;
If Death shall take me to the gates of Hell,I deserve it.
Then;eclipsed the twenty first century first watershed year,
Like a rolling cycle wheel,the tubes and the tyre catching flame;
The spikes loosening and falling apart,the centre cog thumping down
The wheel and bouncing off,then finally the burning wheel
Stumbles over the pebbles and falls,slowly the flame smoulder`d
By the earth,slowly the smoke curling usurpingly to the sky,
My life resembles such portrait entrenched in the mind.
Midst the hysteria and hallucinations of this sombre Time;
The disciplinarian grandfather a man of eerie dispositions
Fought the wolf with all his might with the mason`s trade.
Dear father maimed by the arson lost the occupation,
The patriarchal pride took a nod with the senile body'
I remember vividly the abundances of those days-
A revered dispatch manager of Clover brought us all the treats:
With a truck honk we sprinted jovially to the then gravel roads,
The cases of yogurts,danones,vanillas,milk and cheese
Cousin was always the first to arrive then my brother
And I wasn`t quite a gifted runner:the merriment of
Gorging voraciously,the careless blithe of childhood.
The dripping chins,the trickling cheeks and the insatiable tummies.
All that,like a noble reverie or an enchanted trance gone,
Gutter reeled it`s head to our family with brazen nonchalance.
The detestable denouement begun,we shovelled the yards
Of fellow neighbours to stay afloat,father degenerated to a builder
Yet the pillar of strength the disciplinarian played his part.
