Wafted by the multihued clouds of my dreams, I am savouring the delicacies offered, By the denizens of a never-never land, Suddenly there a jerk comes.
A call opens up a chasm, Between dreams and reality, And abruptly throws me out of the ethereal world, To the ground of hard reality.
One SOS from the nursing home Gives a jolt to my tranquil mind, My filial concern is alerted for an imminent threat.
I rush to the nursing home My senile scooter with weak sinews and frail legs Tries to give the run for my money!
Finding my father OK, I heave a sigh of relief.
Note - Post my father’s surgery in 2011 at the ripe age of 86, I was woken up in the early morning just to be told that he had a bleeding the previous night. My mental state caused by the receipt of the SOS and my rushing to the nursing home in the early hours is given a realistic portrayal here.
