SECONDS
Write
my emotions crushing,
Felt
like missing these days a presence,
Parents
no more lone soul,
Languishing
in solitude in pain,
Incredible
nature is attractive,
Inviting
incessant my soul to merge,
Merge
with wet winds morn moisture,
The
aroma of rain-soaked fields,
Humming
bees to amuse the mind,
Sleep
on the ground, inhale freshness,
Never
alone forget solitude,
Happy
families, parents, children,
You
passed high school with flying colors,
Everything
was moving slowly,
My
childhood and youth vividly,
Slow
motion pictures floated pricked,
Dear
girl, once we were friends,
How
close our life schooldays,
You
went to medical college far,
I
struck with aged parents here,
An only child for them life compelled,
Force
conscience to serve parents,
Father
expired a few years after,
Mother
and son, our world is sweet,
Find
the job of a school teacher,
Our
small home is peaceful for both,
I
rarely aspired for city life,
Loved
village children, folks,
Getting
respect means, to live working,
Fell
ill, my mother, I took her to the city,
Seriously
ill, got treated in hospital,
Hurting
expenditure on medicine costs,
She
felt better the situation worsened,
How
surprised Godsend, met you,
In
doctor's apron, surmised quickly,
Kindly
you stayed that night,
Treating
my mother in delirium,
I
looked at the screen graphs,
Dripping
from the saline bottle by drop,
Each
drop a second those seconds,
Apparent
for me an age timeless,
I
saw you are praying for her,
Unconscious,
her limbs were inert,
You
intimated to me her demise,
Hoarse
whispering to my ear,
It
was saturated with sadness,
I
never cried during those moments,
Those
seconds I felt empty, unreal,
Write
this letter, my dear, to you,
Living
alone in this world of wild grass,
Unwanted,
only you came to me,
Hardly
we can be united again,
This
unlucky person posted a letter,
Sleeping
in his beautiful home,
For
days the door has not opened,
Perhaps
he is sick, weak in heart,
Melancholy
has been killing a lot,
The
impetus to live be happy rootless,
Alarmed
by a few knocks at the door,
A
week since he posted his letter,
Opened
the door and found her,
Accepted
the proposal of marriage,
No
more to perish life precious,
Kept
in mind to marry someday,
She
can't allow herself to lose him,
The
school teacher listened to her,
Those
seconds seemed motionless.
@
Bijayananda Mishra
