A Poem By C V Subbaraman, Mysuru
A poem shared by C V Subbaraman, Ex-RBI, 90 plus, Mysuru : Inside my small apartment, in a groove; I travel not beyond my living room Kitchen or the not-far-away bedroom. Where hath that all my past agility gone? And how is this disability born? Unseen and unannounced they come or go, In the silence of nights without ado! But the days continue to remain bright The nights continue to demand more light Birds continue to fly and dogs to bark, Past remains distant, future remains dark. I care no longer to know who am I Or when, where I shall be gone, low or high; Life will go on, as the world moves on too, Smoothly or otherwise, as one’s thoughts do. Present is sure the only lovely time To live and enjoy life in all its rhyme. Subbaraman 27 September 2025