Monday, November 22, 2010

Survival

I cannot go out
Like I used to
On household chores
Or social visits
Swinging my hands
Taking just my wallet
Hopping from bus to bus
Travelling long distances
Just a coffee or two midway
With the past
A remembered song
And the passing scenes
For company.
Now I need a knapsack
With water, snacks or fruits
To nourish me on the way
The fear of hunger
Shadowing me like a pickpocket.

1 comment:

Balachandran V said...

... and I need my mobile
for fear of being cut off -
or cut down!

The three things I re-check every time I go out - wallet, mobile phone and reading glasses!