ROOTS

POEM

It was like a ritual.

Once in a year

he along with family

made it a point to

visit his parents

and spent pleasurable moments

with his father and mother 

and his children with

their grandpa and grandma.

 His wife persuaded her

mother-in-law to take

rest and in the place of her  mother-in-law 

she took up household chores.

Children’s presence made their

grandpa and grandma

quite cheerful and they played 

hide and seek games
and made merry.
After spending two weeks

he along with her and

children ensured their

presence in her family

and made it lively by

playing pranks on each other

their grandpa and grandma including.

Those were happier days

and after spending

one month both in his

and her houses

it was time to bid goodbye

and all shed tears down their

cheeks caressing and embracing each other.

And with grandma and grandpa

leaving the earth to

their heavenly abode for good

both his house and her house

turned ‘orphanages’ and

they sold the properties

belonging to them

and their connection with

their houses on the land got snapped

forever.

The annual ritual of

visiting their parents

came to the inevitable end.