Ode To The Dear Departed…
I remember it’s on a hartal day-
The dark evening of the first February;
It was just a minute ago He stepped out-
After a long lively sparks of joy.
I heard a terrible sound, How simple! I named it
“A mishap on the road”! Go on I, rocking the cradle –
Dreaming how my Dad would emerge as a saviour-
Yea, it’s He who would bring the injured home,
Then back to their lives with care-
As our house faced the dreadful road.
How could that be the strangest day?
I too rushed with my sleeping child,
Only to see my DEAR DAD on someone’s lap!
It was a bike that hit him to the skies-
The very bike that broke all our joy forever;
Mad moments posed questions many in vain!
Aimless efforts to make out the truth;
Why? But how ? None could answer!
Wasn’t He who taught to all, the rules of the road?
Wasn’t He the strongest to throw away the bike?
People murmured that was a crazy bike,
Perhaps invented only to take away precious lives!!
I took His mighty hand in tears, the very hand that moulded me!
Could I feel the slithering cold into His veins?
He was lying flat on the ambulance bed-
I could see his bleeding mouth!
Could I hear a snoring sound?
“Nothing Wrong”! He was in deep sleep!
But how could I know that was his ETERNAL SLEEP?
How could a mighty ocean dry up in seconds???