Those were happy days.
He had parents, siblings,
uncles, aunties close
and beloved relatives in
the immediate neighbourhood.
Along with the passage of time
he grew up like a
coconut plant growing up
into a coconut tree with coconuts aplenty
and his near and dear ones
including him went in different directions.
Several of his elders
bid adieu and left to Heaven.
With them departing from all,
now none is left behind
in the village where he
was born and brought up.
Those days of nostalgia too have
‘gone with the wind’.
He knew in the bottom of his heart
with the wheel turning a full circle
he finds himself in
this part of the world
with his wife and children.
This is not only his
story but the stories of
many a people are like this.
Behold
we are all ‘creatures of circumstances’
and have
no let-up from them…
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