Words Of a Tresspasser

A beautiful crack of dawn to begin with,
fine-looking clear vapors in the sky above.

But hardly they lasted long to stand against the
metal beasts that folks used for voyage.

A good looking field of lawn that marked the beginning of a civilization,
Eager was I to have a peep at the folks who lived there by;

Passed two to three dwelling ; but was not a healthy weather I experienced;
Something was wrong ; something misplaced; something departed,
The silence grew as I moved towards a house;
the jingle of crows was the only thing lucid...

Then I visualized a half aware Mother being accompanied by some women ,
approached a motionless body ;
Even God was unsuccessful to discontinue the Mother's cry for her youth son;
who could not react to his Mother's call...

My Body also rusted at this heartbreaking picture.

Inhabitants attended the son's last journey;
leaving behind a Mother who tried unsuccessfully to stop the journey...

I walked through the society with pieces of mind;
making futile attempts to bind myself by,

After some space could identify some men,
who looked delightful with cheerful minds.

Almost immediatedly I recognized;
They were celebrating an episode of birth of baby boy;
I was blessed with the sight of Mother playing with her charming son,
Felt if she trying to bring down skies for her suggary baby.

The whole atmosphere grew more and more beautiful with the incoming folks ;
who never failed to kiss the new born's rosy cheeks.

That's life; that's existence; that's living ;
where no one recognizes the Chapters to be read by.

I advanced frontwards with the pictures in my sack ;
With the sunset behind me marking the beginning of the night ....

~Abhi