Fifty-five Summers
Copyright@2016 Raja Sharma
Discern a distant dot on horizon
In the noise of this worldly maze
Gradual decline of my fading sun
Mom's memories all blur n haze
Precious cents of motherly cares
My millions dirty bills of discontent
Parched poor soul my love's shares
Bodies fragile now weak and bent
Fifty-five summers of patient quiet
Dad's unseen face seeking mine
My little sister grave, bro's right
Struggled to drink my yearly wine
Child desirous of meeting yonder
Nothing left here for me to wonder
