Picnic And Am Home Poem by Rimni chakravarty

Today happen to be the official picnic day
The sun smiles bright,
The day glitters like gold
Every thing seems fine and right
Colleagues enjoy and from far away in the cafe I wish them my best
Let God pour all His grace
Away from the humdrum reality they enjoy and join in the game
Although I have not joined wish them the same
I am happy at home with my maid.my neighbors, my room and the table where rests my parents photo frame
I am in peace to be with them
Their photo frame for me turn alive when I look and go down the memory lane
Alone i am happy as I gain
The support of my parents though they have vanished out of sight
Yet the seem to be within me and I survive in this fight
Where anger, hatred, jealousy, reach me not
The photo frame of my parents help me a lot
I can speak, cry, express my anguish before them
They listen and let me refresh like the cloudy sky clear up after fresh spells of rain