Sankha explores the poignant intersection of ageing and familial bonds in this evocative poem, exclusively for DifferentTruths.com.
Be me, when I know not the pain of seclusion
An ignorant world widens the generation gap of heartbreaking ties....
Tired skin desires to keep up with the pace of youth...
No, you don't belong to us... minds and ages differ in their axes of time....
Grey hairs, loosened chin, weakening sight bear the torch of old age
Why does a son forget? Nothing flows upside down
Be it rain, cloud, mist or snow… it's all water, my dear...sustaining the life of tender emotions...
The cycle of life and birth has no age....
We are merely the hands of the clock of destiny....
Some run fast, some slow...some stop...some never start....
Respect and integrate every age, 'cause life is a boomerang...
This ignorance might hit back hard at us....
Befriend my dear every age, while the mind that speaks not age
Show and pomp are all temporary to the consciousness of truth...
Let's not categorise the generation and genre of longing souls....
Dad and son, mom and daughter, let's share the equal space in our hearts....
Picture design by Anumita Roy
Literary and musical virtuoso Sankha Sen redefined excellence by balancing a prolific career with profound artistic passion. Awarded the prestigious Karamveer Chakra and international honours from the USA, Italy, and Germany, his influence spans continents. From soul-stirring performances in Japan and Switzerland to digital acclaim in Australia, Sen’s journey transcends boundaries. A true humanitarian icon, his remarkable achievements in both letters and melody serve as a global inspiration for creative spirits everywhere.
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