Reparation

Tell me, is it not pathetic that we keep on drifting away from our loved-ones as the time beats us out. You were in a marathon. Did something go wrong ? Why, why did you run faster than others to become a sole survivor of the massacre ? Life would want to know your name, which you had wiped out from every page of the book, uncorrupting the painful cessation. What was concealed in between the words when you went into the soul to erase the bodyprint from the bed ? There was nothing left unsaid. The death said, I will not come. Satish Verma