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The Shivering Hands and Shaky Voices

written by: Anupama Mishra

 

The shivering hands and shaky voices are left alone, nowadays.
The days are unpleasant, perilous and grave for the old.
Having been deserted and left
he is avoided like an abandoned house
with its broken doors and sagging porch.
Poor old, considered as an oxidised lock,
now feels unsafe, unsound, and fallible for the new dwelling.
Although he is like an old peepal tree, the bodhi tree
Which offers no food but offers the shade from the scorching sun.
That's why it is deserted, unfit for the fertility ceremonies
Like marriages and childbirth,
But in reality, he is the soul like the peepal tree,
never dying, never renewing itself.

Anupama Mishra

Anupama Mishra

My name is Anupama Mishra, I currently live in Varanasi. My poems have been published in Literary yard and others.
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