And He Cried
In front of impending disaster
He stood there
Right beside the operation theater
Watching his parents
Going mad with pain
A thousand thoughts were flowing in his mind
What would happen if his brother couldn’t survive
The doors get opened
What he feared the most just happened
His mother unconscious
His father lying on floor, crying like a baby
His heart was erupting with pain
But he was fine
He walked, signed the documents
He had to do so...
He was to be strong...
He was supposed to laugh in the face of Anguish
A nurse looked at him with his mouth opened
“The death of his brother left no mark on him,
How cold-blooded!”
He arranged the funeral and buried the dead
Took his parents home, dried their eyes
And went out at night
Cried,
The sky watched him,
The moon and stars watched him,
He cried till Dawn,
The water rolled over his face
And were stolen by the thirsty Mud
He came home at Dawn,
Went to office and came back in the evening
To sooth his parents,
Made sure they didn’t sleep hungry
And then, went out again...empty stomach
To shed tears--- dark
That nobody would see
For what thing is visible in dark...
(2/15/20)
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