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Tuesday, January 18, 2022

The Last Call

 Last call January 18 Koshur Qalam - کآشُر قلم poetry prompt challenge poem by Dr. Koshy AV

I did not do that post-doc
I did not complete that French course
I learned nothing in the programming course
I did not learn swimming
or photography or hacking
or AI or Robotics or data science, crunching and analysis
I do not know how to type
I do not know how to ride a motorbike with clutch, gear etc.
I quit halfway through a course and fudged another one
Took six years to do my Ph.D
I did my job badly
I still have not completed that novel
I only write but don't know how to collect what I write and bring them out as a hundred books after editing them
They remain unpublished though some are classics
I did not go West, get the Pulitzer, Booker, or Nobel
Or in India win the Sahitya Akademi or JCB or anything
I did not become Mother Teresa
I didn't save lives like a doctor or build bridges like an engineer
I did not become a millionaire or billionaire or karodpati or a minister or win a paramvir chakra or padma vibhushan or Jnanpith,
all things within my reach but somehow, I did not want it.
Most of the people I helped were only using me
Not that I helped many people
I was bad at interpersonal relationships
I hurt everyone I knew
I am anti-human, a misogynist
and so they never liked me
I failed at love, marriage, sonship, and fatherhood
at being a sibling, a relative, a friend, a human being, or disciple
Not that I deserved better
being only one more sinner
of no consequence or significance to other human beings
The list goes on and on
Of failures
I tried and failed
I failed at pretty much everything
I fared pretty badly in life!
Now I hear the last call
I walk on the road
with my son
The dog barks at him
He turns and looks at me
I rush to him
He puts his hand in my hand
Oh, forgot to tell you he is neuroatypical and non-verbal
I feel something in me, at last
That words cannot express
He trusts me
At le/ast
It is clear
This is my "greatest reward"
I did not miss the bus
I got on at the last stop
I heard the last call
that got me home
This is my best work of art
My greatest reward is Reuel, a person, and those like him and that there are people who still love them and care and look after them and help out, not all the other things I did or did not do or was or was not.
Filled with gratitude, peace, and happiness.
Thank you, God.
(Inspired by Santosh Bakaya, who made me think on/of what my greatest reward is.)

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