Silent Pain, Screaming
Its enough for a crystal stream,
To be troubled by an ape-team;
Though it's truth of existence, friend,
How could I smoothly comprehend...?
It was pandemic; I accept;
Anyone, like fall-leaves, death swept;
When you my gem, from me, were snatched,
I couldn't, from pain, be detached...!
Loneliness in hospice you felt,
In delirium I did melt;
Kith and kin now, O! Never more!
Don’t souls, always, all alone soar...?
The linen you loved most, I brought,
Why these grim gowns become your lot?
No rite; no ritual; none mourned;
As untouchables, all stood scorned...!
What was your funeral, O! No!
Buried just like a dove or crow!
I stood, as though, by unknown robbed,
Senses turned senselessly knobbed…!
I couldn't bid you my good-bye,
Won't I, with this ache of soul, die?
Ember of hope, is alive, yet,
That I'd repay you my each debt...!
15 November 2022
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