Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the nights<\/p>\n
And wonder how things are at D-5,<\/p>\n
When I open its door its neat emptiness hits me,<\/p>\n
A deep poignancy grabs me and I feel God was not fair<\/p>\n
In treating its denizens the way He did.<\/p>\n
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Dad got it built after numerous postings abroad,<\/p>\n
To find a refuge in motherland after a long care-worn life,<\/p>\n
To savor a modicum of rest,<\/p>\n
In preparation for the journey to his eternity.<\/p>\n
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Mother pined for a bunch of grandchildren<\/p>\n
Running wild around her,<\/p>\n
A bevy of daughters-in-law deferring to her every word,<\/p>\n
But in the end her God was the only companion that gave her solace and grace.<\/p>\n
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Babu\u2019s life was that of a man who was attempted to be killed but survived,<\/p>\n
He lived a half-alive life, wounded and vacuumed of all ambition,<\/p>\n
He felt a hurt when he laughed,<\/p>\n
He saw his life as a tale told by an idiot.<\/p>\n
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After a nightmarish struggle I lock the door at D-5,<\/p>\n
I drive back to my home thinking of how life<\/p>\n
Copiously flowed there once in spite of its haunted tragedy,<\/p>\n
How all the laughter there vacuumed into a graveyard headstone.<\/p>\n
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Suffern, New York, October 10, 2019<\/p>\n