Ruminating The Past

I gained my parents at my birth. I gained my brothers and sisters And then my kids and their kids Every gain to me was a pleasure. Then I grieve over the loss of them, One by one, or at leaving them. I weep and weep, profoundly weep Over their death or in their sick beds. What we lose is what we had gained. The gained are destined to be lost Or from them we shall be lost. I recall the good they have done. I repent the wrongs done to them. Rumination of pleasure and regrets Keep me at the old age engaged. 27.03.2001, Pmdi