Tuesday, 22 May 2012

My Dad expired




My only dad
It was first and last
And all of sudden
With great hesitation
News reached me about father.
All the way from kolkata to Dumka
I reached after the sunset.
It was a pin dropped silent in and around our house.
As soon as I put first step in the door;
There was a voice of crying,
It was too bitter to consume.
Right from my head below my toes
The cry traveled through my nerve up and down.          
I remembered the movie Rudali;
Such a cruelty of life, sky, moon and sun can never
Help human, only earth can console by covering the dead one.

After all; I am a man and was told man never cries.
My mother screamed and yielded all the more by seeing me.
It was like a thunder melting down from the sky with its clattering helplessness.
I could feel the way mother earth cries during earthquake.
I stood still and tried to check my balance.
It was my father with whom my mother lived.
The man who showed her dream is no more.
Whatever she had was my dad.
I was afraid how to console my mom.
I am the fruit of their love.
I felt hesitant to come in between two of them.
I really felt helpless.
In that helplessness ‘God’
About whom my mother taught me.

















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