The Forgotten Melodies…

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An evocative poem by Sarala about the curse of dementia, exclusively for Different Truths.

He sits alone on a chair 

Looking lost in his own world 

He does not know his mind well

A confused mind for years 

Covered with grey and dark clouds 

He has forgotten how to smile 

Only a blank look on his face 

Forgets everything he says or does 

Confusion surrounds his cloudy mind 

Difficult to handle his moods 

Swinging left to right 

And right to left like a pendulum 

Children he once loved

Hesitate to go near him 

As they find him a lost man 

Without his jolly ways once they loved!

He had many friends and 

Loved to dress and go out 

With his batch of friends 

Who have left him to his destiny 

He wears same old clothes 

He has no need or desire 

Except when hunger strikes his stomach 

No need of special dishes 

Happy with roti and dal 

Often he takes out the

Old snaps of his wife and children 

With no emotion on his face!

He keeps holding his wife’s hands 

At night an insecure feeling 

Envelops him at night

Her mind travels to the gone past years

And sheds a tear wiping it fast 

Lest he may feel upset 

She treats him with love n care 

As she knows his plight in life 

Fighting with DEMENTIA, the DEMON!

She weeps in her heart but 

Smiles at him with love

She is his best friend in life!

©Sarala Balachandran

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Sarala Balachandran was working with an import-export organisation in the administrative department for 38 years. She retired eleven years back. Married, with two sons aged 43 and 36, she took interest in writing recently. She writes free verses.