I came across a turn one day,
The day I came to my new house.
A deserted road, seemed to await me
Meanwhile, the sky had turned gray;
I was humming a tune, cycling,
In the midst of houses with lush green gardens
All alone….with the wind
I burst in a fury of speed
And raced along that road.
A small graveyard, with 3 white painted structures,
Stood under the sky
Their masters, resting in eternal peace.
How I felt jealous of them!
Far away from the dramatic circumstances of this world,
They lay peacefully in the lap of mother earth.
I just went back and forgot about them.
Years later when the whole neighborhood proclaimed
The death of 2 residents within 7 days,
I was shocked.
My mind raced back to that old memory
Of the graveyard.
Next time when I went cycling,
I stopped by and started chatting.
“My friends, someday I’ll join you,
May be not here, but somewhere else
In the land of afterlife
If there was any.
Today I want to ask you, Oh God!
Why did you had to steal a mother from 3 kids,
And a father from the hopes of a 1 year child?
Didn’t you get any one better?
Your thoughts are so bitter, O Lord.
You shattered lives.
You created them.
What’s the fun then?
I know your rules, I’ve to stick to them,
But please, not with the help of these dirty games.
I shriek out to you, dearest graveyard,
I’ve nothing to say at all.
Your silence silences me.’’
THE FUNKY WRITER 