In the early 2000s, my close colleague’s daughter lost her husband in a more tragic accident while attempting to save his friends in a water fall. The sudden loss of life shook all of us and after some time I wrote a few lines about this incident in my dairy. I don’t know where they are now. The following lines in free verse were drafted soon after the tragedy; mid 2002. The face of the tender girl, the daughter of that unfortunate wife was sitting on my lap for long time gave the necessary trigger for these emotive expressions. I revisited them on August3, 2003. With minor editing, I am posting now around 20.10.2010.
Life was Pleasant, fun and joy
Bought home, brought up children;
Comforts of life came,
Like unfailing southwest monsoon.
Always addicted he was to work
That obsession was hardly an inhibition or irritation
To passionate love, big kisses and warm embrace;
Always guaranteed to a massive annual hike in pay and perks,
He hopped from one job to another,
With cultured silence and measured aggression, and
Without wounding the finer sensibility of his employees.
Scarcely I could bother about my own engagement
With work, as my companion husband
Did all the work, including that of mine
More than decent income he earned
Was more than sufficient
For a better and decent living.
In an ancient metropolitan city.
Giving birth to two nice kids, and
Taking care of him profusely with love
Tenderness, friendship, and all the time
Blanketing him with emotional warmth,
And watching the children play and grow
My time was both consumed and invested away
In a more productive and constructive way.
The denial of my professional growth hardly depressed me away.
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