As I slide open my window today,
I see threads of raindrops,
fleeing the pitchy mechanical clouds,
pouring down, stitching the bruised
muddy ground. Healing it.
I see in it my fourteen
year-old self slumped in
the public bus seat, medical report
lay lifelessly on my lap, eyes lost
on the raining sky, fingers digging in
the bouncy foam seat. Shredding it.
Suddenly, a soft sniffing sound invades
my ears, I turn to the woman sitting
beside me, her moist eyes leaking precious
tears unabated, lips cursing and pleading the divine
to let the tragedy befall her, instead of me.
Curing it.
"Relax, mom," I said with a lump in my throat. "It just means I have to wear specs from now on for poor vision. It's no big deal."
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)

-
She is Nigeria, I know not much About her political life, but this I know It all began like child's play, Bit by bit darkness clouded h...
-
INTEGRITY IN YOUR CAPACITY Integrity is my ability What is the absurdity All I can ever give in my capacity is to build a city full of hone...
-
Man from Kashmir He was not Muslim, he was not Buddhist, he was not Sikh and he was not a Terrorist, He was just a man from Kashmir. His wh...
No comments:
Post a Comment