Sacred Tears

It seems difficult to witness the last moments Of your near and dear ones But in reality I witnessed The last calm heaves of my father Without the slightest agony My father Lain on the hospital bed Eyes half closed With only the stare of death Hazily glittering through the half ajar lids Heaved once or twice The monitor indifferently recording The fast decreasing pulse rate The incessant AC chilling the air And then It was all over It was the perfect moment I should have broken down on his still warm body All the agony, pangs, tears abound Following the impeccable script But I could not I didn’t weep out I just stepped out of the cabin And felt dazed amidst the crowd I even slept untroubled that night The next morning As I entered the lonely room of my father And looked at the empty bed With his specs waiting sullenly His stick leaning on the wall All his books pining silently Perhaps they guessed their master’s absence At that very moment I felt something happening inside me A benumbing cry rose from my heart An uncontrollable one, it choked my throat Tears, holy tears, bless me, enchant me I really want to break myself free From the deep, dark crevices of life