In My Days – Dr. Lalthangmoi Hmar (Dedicated To My Father)

Seated he in his inconspicuous spot,
Wizened face trying to comprehend,
Snippets, jargons of the ‘New Age’ tongue.
His brow lined with wisdom,
Garnered grain by grain.

In my days things were way more simpler; he mused.
Seated he in his spot in the corner,
Pews lined with beautiful ‘New Age’ flock,
Hastily they jot down point by point.
In awe tried he to deduce,
The point presented.

In my days His spirit was the power; he mused.
Seated he in his very own counter,
Forlornly watched the ‘New Age’ people,
Flocked to the shop nearby one by one.
Online ordered goods indeed!
He scoffed in contempt.

In my days, I touched, select and sell; he mused.
Seated he on his chair in pensive mood,
At the mercy of the ‘New Age’ man,
To enlighten him of his own worth,
His hard earned assets slipping,
Through his gnarled fingers.

In my days heart oust ‘online tender’; he mused.
My time has come to move onward; he mused.
‘Not yet’ the chorus rang, he discerned.
Yes. ‘Not yet’ chorused the ‘New Age’ folks;
For you are the bonding bridge
Of your days to ours.

In my days the same chorus was sung; he mused.