It is a story I want to tell,
Poetic short story
It is a story I want to tell,
Might poetic, it sounds.
But it is a story.
A real one.
There was a boy,
Extremely uncaring about life,
Which way his life will lead him to or may even stop at some point.
Did not care much.
Always interested in flying kites and,
Being blow of air.
Like bird’s float in air,
He does same way with life.
Life has never given him much,
Except sadness,
But still he is, his life’s core lover.
Which so ever way life wants him to take,
He will go unanswered.
But that answer less has raised lots of questions today.
Saw an elderly person putting on his tough winter warm blankets,
Under a simple plastic sheet roof.
Having his days final meal.
Might be some bread without any vegetable or liquid feel.
Just in front of it was his auto rickshaw,
Which he rides all day,
And keeps its meter on, at nights also,
And goes to sleep.
I never asked that old person,
About what he did his entire life,
That he is seeing these days.
Why has not he able to make his own cottage to live in,
And why sleeping on road.
Or was he able too,
But his children might have made him leave his home,
Or he left them by his choice.
Lots of questions to deal.
I simply did not have courage to ask.
If you have, please do not ask.
No need to be.
Life is like that.
Super tough.
If possible, please remind that young boy,
To not take life for granted.
Times may turn any time.
And that old may become,
The future of mine.
I said, it is a story,
Might sound poetic.
But it is a story.
:) :)
© Mani Sidhu
