You and Everybody

Again you made friends, words wanted to leave the paper blank for the parched lips, crying eyes, trembling hands. Missing stanzas, flowing river, rootless floats. You did not feel like- time filled you every minute, you were empty, poor. When you read the end you understood beginning. Will to die was not sufficient you had not completed the script. Alone in crowd you wanted words to commit suicide. Democracy was a funny name. Everybody was sad, except the lead who did not know where to go. One day you found your voice and were surprised you were everybody when you were hurt, you bled inside and your blood then mixed with the blood of everybody. Then everybody cried and you became separated from you and did not say anything! SATISH VERMA