We will always be together... 

The story dates back to the time I was a callow child

My home was filled, twenty four by seven, with blithe hubbub and plays wild.

We sisters and our brothers capered whole day,

Those were the times that showered happy rain and glittered as a bright ray.

Time’s wheel kept rolling

And our plays vanished then somewhere,

The vicissitudes of life broke the string, separating the pearls

And snatched their dazzling, pristine glare.

Daily conferences now replaced by occasional Hi!!!

Demands of ‘Take me with you’ replaced now by a mature Bye!!!

Time kept running thus so quickly no one realized

And the race seems all finished today when I see your face pictured…

Your face was still and I hated you that day

For it was unfair, I was crying and you without responding lay.

For heaven’s sake open your eyes, I prayed to you again and again

But you walked away on a nonreturnable path giving me an irreversible pain…

I could not finish my talks with you my brother,

You broke your promise that we will always be together!

Still many fights and arguments were left to be done,

I need an opponent damn it, how dare you decide to run???

I remember the day you told me,

I have a disease —its sarcoma.

And seeing me stressed you laughed and added

Don’t worry, it is curable my sweet little grand ma…

I replied – why now??

After I had become doctor I had trusted my own hand

You smiled and said

I‘ll get well, just relax, have faith on almighty’s magical wand…

May be because I was a child

Or maybe because I, deliberately, did not want to understand,

I believed it was a mere illness

And never thought it could make you leave this land…

He continued with his treatments and I continued with my education,

He was getting better I was told and I headed with satisfaction.

But suddenly at a point then, our lives came to a standstill,

When doctors told-- he has few days left, our job is done, now all’s on god’s will…

Somehow he heard it

And that day I saw my hardstone cry.

Its all lie, they are all perjurers

I wanted to shout but was helpless by my despondent throat’s wry…

And yes, then each day I saw him dying in bits

A strong stout fighter bowing by life’s hits…

He became leaner and more prostrated with each passing day,

But those hands found strength to applaud for me on my result day.

My heart pounded decibels aloud

Seeing his selfless love and cheer,

It was the last time I patted his cheek

And could feel him so near…

And then came the morning

When you reached your final abode,

And all left infront of me

Was a long, never- ending empty road…

In the crowded streets of heaven,

You must have found angels above.

But there is no replacement to this void in my life,

And to this absence of brotherly love…

Up there somewhere

When I write this I know you are feeling the same.

But unlike childhood plays,

There is no second chance to return in life’s game…

And all I can do now

Is living up with a hope,

To find the way to defeat this ail

And the way to strengthen sufferer’s life’s rope…

The day I become able enough

To save someone’s son, husband or brother,

I would get sheer bliss, peace and satisfaction,

That you are with me and we will always be together…