My Poem : Irony

Irony

The ceiling fan

Buzzes and fills the room

With rustles of air..

Two fathers n two sons

eat their breakfast

Serving their portions to share..

One finds his bowls

filled with memories alone!

And thus silently leave the chair..

Hides in the folds of shadows

Of time

With pursed lips

a dimpled smile, uncherished

to watch ‘em from there…

© pakhi