An evocative poem by Sarala about the curse of dementia, exclusively for Different Truths.
He sits alone on a chair
Looking lost in his own world
He does not know his mind well
A confused mind for years
Covered with grey and dark clouds
He has forgotten how to smile
Only a blank look on his face
Forgets everything he says or does
Confusion surrounds his cloudy mind
Difficult to handle his moods
Swinging left to right
And right to left like a pendulum
Children he once loved
Hesitate to go near him
As they find him a lost man
Without his jolly ways once they loved!
He had many friends and
Loved to dress and go out
With his batch of friends
Who have left him to his destiny
He wears same old clothes
He has no need or desire
Except when hunger strikes his stomach
No need of special dishes
Happy with roti and dal
Often he takes out the
Old snaps of his wife and children
With no emotion on his face!
He keeps holding his wife’s hands
At night an insecure feeling
Envelops him at night
Her mind travels to the gone past years
And sheds a tear wiping it fast
Lest he may feel upset
She treats him with love n care
As she knows his plight in life
Fighting with DEMENTIA, the DEMON!
She weeps in her heart but
Smiles at him with love
She is his best friend in life!
©Sarala Balachandran
Photos from the Internet
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Sarala Balachandran was working with an import-export organisation in the administrative department for 38 years. She retired eleven years back. Married, with two sons aged 43 and 36, she took interest in writing recently. She writes free verses.
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