He vanished one fine day
Left his cellphone on his bed
Packed no clothes
Withdrew no money from the bank
Spoke to no one
He was under no debt
And otherwise too,
He didn't appear distressed-
Well, assuming so,
Because whenever you would
Mock him, call him a name or two,
Become aghast and ask
"Who gets married and starts a family at fifty two!?"-
He'd not do much,
He'd mutter few profanities,
Or curse your favorite cricketing team,
Or he'd just skip lunch,
Go for a stroll and he'd be fine again.
But this time he strolled away
Without a trace
Leaving you to scour newspapers everyday
Matching the photos they print
Of abandoned dead bodies,
With his prematurely aged face.