A conversation on life
: Where were you yesterday?
The phone had been dead cold!
: Busy, you can say.
: You? In what may I ask?
: Dear, of course you can.
: Then I am. I want to know.
: Busy in living a life.
Life is a piece of loaf
soaked in the milky tea
which he is sucking
forever, forever-
sucking till the last drop
and cannot let it go
or break his habit
to keep on living.
: I have got the job.
: My congratulations.
Congratulations
are sparkling fireworks
he has kept from the early childhood,
saving for a day of bells and cheers,
a day worthy in truth.
Of course such a day keeps being delayed.
The soggy fireworks only smolder
and leave a trail of smoke to follow
and find the sleeping child inside,
sleeping eternally.
: Well?
: Well!
The well in his house at back home
where his birth was greeted
by laughing women joyfully uttering lewd jokes
in the ears of a young father-
had been dried one summer.
His brother found the bed of the pit
and they found him one day too late.
: Why is it difficult to whisper goodbyes?
: Because it may be the only thing
we are to remember.
The living is a road on a mountain
all leading to one peak
where every living being shall someday meet.
=© 2009 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar


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