I.
At
the peak of
the season,
just when the
sun has
decided
to give
his utmost
gleam,
A single file
of
steps,
humble
steps,
marching
steps,
nonchalantly
moves.
Nonchalantly.
A left over
a right - a right
over a left -
clockwork-esque.
amidst the sun's
scorching gaze
with heads
facing down,
amidst the sun's
scorching gaze.
II.
Each holds
a box of wilted
petunias, heavy,
shriveled, wilted
petunias, for every
one to keep, for
every step
they took.
some
would only
possess
a handful
on their little,
wooden
boxes.
Others,
none at all.
not a single one.
none
at all.
III.
The day
finally sets,
and so do I
A black mastiff leisurely
takes his nap
- and gradually, I fall.
Cold drops of water
rhythmically descends
from the kitchen faucet
- and gradually, I fall.
A hopscotch game,
a child then jumps
- and gradually, I fall.
The city streets,
busy with people going
to and fro
- and gradually, I fall.
A ship sails
into the vast blue sea
- and gradually, I fall.
Stars glimmering,
dancing,
in the cold dark sky
- and gradually, I fall.
- and gradually, I fall.
-Grief devours the bereaved, and then numbness comes.
