By Vijay Kumar
Longtime din’ hear from no one,
So I wrote myself a letter,
“Hey you, we hope you are well,
An’ your troubles better
Last time you said
You were down and out
Thought a letter may
Lift your spirits about
Been a while, we heard nothin’
So, we thought we’ll write you somethin’
At our end, we’r surviving
Nothin’s new
Seasons come and go
We’ve learnt to go with the flow
Hope you’r managin’ the same
The pressures a real bane
Some folks do come by to see if we’re still alive
They call ‘em ‘activists’
They say things will be better,
If we adopt an ‘active lifestyle’
People are very busy
Pretentious and sassy
Young’uns moved to cities for a promotion,
They call it migration
Life is all lonesome
Few swing by for cokiee’n coffee
No songs or weekend dances
Gon‘r the pikniks,
The idyllic romances
Cats an’ Dogs are friends
An’ animals now, the only family
Down ‘ere, these are the new trends
Our farmlan’s gone to the companies
They swindled us and gave pennies
We whittle some,
An’ rock on the porch
Chew tobacco,
Rue being left in the lurch
Most folks nests are now empty
The lane quieter than yesterday
Tomorrow may happen
Though one can never say
We too look for someun’ to talk to
Hope, you’ve got a friend
We may be bidding the world adieu next year
Do keep your ironed black-suit near
‘…look ahead to your reply
Before it’s too late to say Goodbye”
By Vijay Kumar
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