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
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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