Dilip Chitre's Father Returning Home

Dilip Chitre's father returning home As a daily passenger, A commuter Departing for in the morning And returning by ate evening, The same train, The same man And the same time-table. Only times have, but they have not, Life has, but they have not Hanging onto, Dropping down One by one, The daily commuters, Office-goers And comers coming and going. A press man he, an editor he Coming and going often With the bag full of books He journeying throughout the year Coming and returning to in the same train With the yellow light But the seats different perhaps. Even during the humid monsoon days His shirt and pants Can be seen wet, Soaked in and drenched And the chappals sticky And mud-stained, But still he returning Plodding the homeward journey. Catching the train in the evening, Seeing it glide through the halts and stations, Unawares Of the suburbs in a vortex, He dropping down at the exact station, The platform on And hurrying towards homeward Crossing over the tracks and lines to be into the lanes to. Reaching home, refreshing himself He retiring to his room And space With none to be by his side To share his jokes and cares In the family big Full of so many members, The missing man perhaps. The old man's loneliness, Alienation In this modern age and times, How to feel it, Depict it, The angst and bewilderment, Ego and hypocrisy, Which is whose? The age gap, the mentality gap, Behavioural, familial, The generation gap In terms of the old man and the young man, How to feel it, Describe it, Sociological and psychological And mental?