Sanjukta’s poem, exclusively for DifferentTruths, delves into the enigmatic nature of decay, highlighting the inescapable decline of life’s relentless pace.
It wasn’t decay
When the milk tooth
Tumbled out
A set of new teeth
Appeared at lightning speed
Was it decay
When power glasses
Were fitted on the perfect eyes
That looked perfect
But saw so little
Then decay went unnoticed
None noticed the slow and steady
Footfall entering through the pores
Till one day as the tireless tearing hurry
To complete chores inside and outside the home
Receded as the relentless march
Of chronology went on
The moisture dried
The fast pace slackened
Knees creaked
Eyes blurred
Fatigue fattened
Indolence urges
Hair changed colour
The FALL began
Not just hair
But falling down
Anytime, anywhere
The heart was attacked
The brain was stroked
Not a love touch
Trickling blood
Devastated all the motors
Speech became speechless
Diastolic, systolic beats
An orchestra within the womb
And systematic outside
Jolted, jerked
Panic and pressure
Sugar to be measured
There was no other way
Decay declared itself
The winner
Till the Phoenix rose again.
Picture design, Anumita Roy