On the pages were listed
A small house in the country,
A trusty piano,
His collection of Mozart records,
A small Picasso he had splurged on,
A twenty year old car
The sons bore grave smiles
And paced nervously behind him
And wondered,
Is a father every really fair?
The lawyer put on his glasses
And laid the document in front of him,
With contained impatience.
A lunch with his estranged daughter awaited him
The signee cautiously flipped through the pages
Careful not to leave any crosses unsigned
An old habit.
The things you can’t bequeath, he pondered
An attempt to capture the essence of my thoughts and put them in bearable prose, or worse (as the unimaginative pun indicates). Not too different from my scribbles on paper, only a lot more legible.
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14 comments:
Brilliant!
"contained impatience"
lovely!
finally, a poem!
the things you can't bequeath..so true.
I wonder how you picked the subject of the poem. It would have never struck me to write one about a will.
@Pilgrim, Shreya: Thanks
@Shreemoyee: I honestly don't know. The closest I can think of is that I watched '36 Chowringee Lane' a couple of days back, and the theme of that movie was with old age and loneliness.
I re watched it over the week end on youtube!! Did you too?
Yup :-)
Goodness. Thats quite amazing. I also saw parzania here http://www.dailymotion.com/us
the choice of the subject had got me wondering as well...liked it all the same...
if i have wealth..and kids..i'd like to put my wealth in a bag and take it to my afterlife..and ask my kids to make their wealth..
I thought I commented earlier in the day ... its missing now:-)
Loved the way you ended the poem..."the things you can't bequeath"
@Frissko: Interesting thought :-) Perhaps you could give it out like Bill Gates is doing. Basically, khaali haath aaye the, khaali haath jaana hai
@SD: Glad you liked it.
Funny - I've been in a morbid mood last couple of days, thanks to arbit watching of Six Feet Under (the show is about a family that runs a funeral home, see what I mean?) And then this post...
It's amazing how material wealth can remove (or enhance!) all dignity of the immaterial wealth one can leave behind. My children will get nothing but my infinite wisdom :)
Sad that one cannot find release from materialism even in death.
@RTD2: Your "Infinite" wisdom? :-)
@Vi: Aren't we then releasing ourselves of all materialism before we die? I see it in that vein.
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