When I look at him,
With his track suit,
Leaving for the gym,
I remember how I walked for miles
Holding your hand,
Crossing thousands of Niles.
This mirror annoys me
The most, when I see,
A wrinkled hand
Which once played with sand.
It could hold it in a fist
But now it hurts the nerve near the wrist.
I dare not go to that park
Which once used to be our home.
That pond is now shelter for a shark
Which swallows wrinkled fellows like me.
None of those couples are seen
Anymore, for long that I have been
To that world where you don’t live
And my landlord, he’s no hours for me, to give.
We may meet soon
‘coz every hour feels like a noon.
Even you look blurred to me
And you know, I’m left with nothing else to see.
About the Poem ” When I see these Wrinkles”
This poem is all about elderly or aged people. Our speaker is one of them. Let me make some of the lines clear to you.
First of all, this elderly wrinkled man is talking to his wife’s photograph. She isn’t alive anymore. But he has nobody to talk with. So he talks to her, even though she can’t reply.
In the first stanza, the one who is leaving for the gym is the speaker’s son. When he sees him every morning, he remembers his past with his wife.
In the second stanza, the mirror shows his wrinkled hand. He hates this as it makes him feel about his ageing. “Hurts the nerves near the wrist” refers to the pressure he applies to hold time. But nobody can hold it ever. “Sand” has been to refer time.
In the third stanza, “shark” means the speaker doesn’t have the courage to go to that place. He is ashamed of his wrinkles. It feels embarrassing to sit around young people.
In the fourth stanza, the “landlord” is his son.
In the last stanza, I have tried to show his worsening health condition. Hours feel like “noon” because it feels the most tiresome and longest part of a day.
You can understand the rest poem on your own. I think I have explained it today, way more than before.
Why this Poem today?
The purpose behind writing this poem was different today. I wanted to bring out the life of our grandparents and elderly people into light.
In India, the population of the elderly is growing rapidly. It is emerging as a serious area of concern. Their vulnerability is due to their dependence. They depend on their children who are young. When these children do not meet their expectations, they feel isolated.
According to the 2001 census, 33.1 percent of the elderly in India live without their spouses.
The widowers among older men form 14.9 percent. Also, 50.1 percent are widows among elderly women. Lack of economic dependence has an impact on their access to food, clothing, and healthcare.
Let’s not make their wrinkles, a stigma for them.
That is what, I have tried to highlight in the poem. Hope you like it. Let me know in the comments. And subscribe for more poems.