Mother writhed in pain
Wriggled in strain:
I was born to cheers
And uncorking of beers.
Still in bed my mother was fixed
To me father's name was suffixed;
All my actions like my mother's emotion
Worked only with his sanction.
I was wed with pomp and band
Sat on my dad's lap and switched over to husband;
I, the man's tensile shadow exist in tacit ways
Stretching back in morn's slanting rays,
Extant still at noon
Like a shrunken gnomon
Stretching back in evening light
To disappear freely at night.
When I got and reared my son
It was real great fun;
All my functions and actions
Survived without reactions and reciprocations.
Now old and without smooth skin
And around me without any kith or kin
And with unusual fears
And unnoticed tears
Am I forlorn? Or free to be alone?
How do I know without dad, husband, brother or son.