My Favourite Refuge
Facing three tall coconut trees
There was a dark corner outside the house
Sitting wherein I could cry out my heart,
Wipe dry my tears and undisturbed sob till I tired.
My elders frequently scolded me.
The house is still there, but not those trees and my little corner.
Instead, there is a brick-paved broad sidewalk leading to a library
Standing at the place where there was an arid dusty piece of land.
That was seventy years ago, and now I am restless.
My mind asks me to quit but for what?
A new entanglement - a fresh lease of life perhaps!
As it is,
My morning cup of tea has lost its flavour.
The real reason is I do not know how to die.
I have not met any person lonelier than I am.
Even if no one scolds me now
I need that little corner more than ever before.
I have yet many tears to shed.
Copyright © Ravinder Soni | Year Posted 2019