Tuesday, February 2, 2010


In Absentia

Please remember
to feed the fish.

Water the flower beds.

Remember to rake
the golden brown leaves
on the driveway.

Fluff the pillows;
wipe the rain water seeping onto
the blue marble floor.

Make the doves feel at home.

Lead the rooster to a worm
every other day.

Pat the cats, bathe the dogs, air the carpets.

If my memories come calling,
just turn away.

5 comments:

Tinker Belle said...

I hate to admit this, but I cried when I read this. :)

PS, do update more regularly. :) :)

Kiran said...

you are the unsurpassed king of poignant poetry. I found myself checking the dictionary to see if the word 'poignant' meant all that I wanted to say.

Poignant: 2 a (1) : painfully affecting the feelings : piercing (2) : deeply affecting : touching

It is a masterpiece Pramod!

Pramshanks said...

Tinker/ Lolo... yes, I too cry at some strange moments. Glad this humble verse touched you. Please keep dropping by.

Kiran, I really value your comments. Readers like you make the trip worthwhile!

Laksh said...

There is something magical about melancholy - ergo, this poem is magic! Very good, indeed...:)

Pramshanks said...

Thanks, Laksh. Magic is everywhere, silent or eloquent!