To almost worthy parsons
he married off eight of his daughters
Ten by birth, two died within childhood.
Of the two sons he had, one died in an accident.
The other one tills occasionally, the empty fields.
His wife too has followed, before
couple of grandsons falling prey to the snake
The old man himself, survived all this life
like the scaly bark of a century old tree.
His siblings too gone
he is left alone, on the shore.
Life, for him slowly turned
into a logistical liability
And the air in the house is filled
with an untold wait for death.