In my own family in my won house
I get the sense that I am overlooked and ignored
Just on the other day
My only daughter was discussing something
I thought it was very important
As it was on the matter of our family
So I added my points clearly
But it seemed that she did not hear me well;
Once there was a time when I was the epicentre of attention
Around me I moved the whole family
And on the street I used to turn the heads of many
Listen to say them that I am nothing less than handsome;
Then things have been started to change
From the day I revealed my birthday with the year
After knowing my age my hairdresser
Advised me not to bleach or colour my hair
Slowly hairs become snow white
And moustaches first turn pale then turn grey.
I am not only overlooked and ignored
I am left behind in markets and stores
As if, I did not have any choice of my own
My all knowledge turned
Suddenly the knowledge of yesterday
And the ways I talk become old fashioned
And the views I hold seemed to them belong to Stone Age;
Till date no one is unkind or cruel
If they were, do you think I should care?
Modern or post modern I think they are still immature
Whatever attitude they hold for me
It is their huge inexperience which I just need to ignore.