AGEISM

The loving old mother gaoled for long,

In the purgatorial fires, of a selfish in-law.

The senses purified strictly, with ordeals

And words scanned, with a pride, spiteful.

The wrinkled skin, wanting in elegance

And the gestures diagnosed; madness!

Ominous, she says; the obsolete presence,

Getting her cursed in the nether world too.

Golden days, she too had, once,

And was pampered, a darling kid.

Parents fretted, for her silliest sob

Kingly cradles sang her lullaby.

She had bashful faces on kissing,

And cherubic as alighted from heaven.

Nature, too, had its spotlight on her,

Learning it from such doting parents.

Such a beloved, now singled out

Hellishly cut by bitchy brutes.

A few salty drops, drops from above,

As affectionate dots of parental love.