His head hung low in a broken hunch
With wild eyes roaming the yet unseen
Searching for reason in the days has been.
Catches a creeper and lifts himself up
Tries to wipe his face but soon gives up
The mud sticks on, all over his face
A plaster of much across his haggard visage.
Looks at the branch lying on the ground
Twisting in the effort and groans out loud
Must have hurt something deep within
Where fingers don’t reach and mind fails searching.
Somehow he stands on his own two feet
Caressing the support till his fingers leave it
The wind starts howling among the trees
And swirls in a cloud of dry dead leaves.
He opens his mouth and shrieks out loud
To join nature in similarity found
Both crying for the dead in them
As life has leapt away in a bound.
Slowly he starts to sway with the wild
Picking up the rhythm he can find
The search for meaning he no more cares
Of feelings he thought were close and dear.
The sky opens up in droplets of rain
As an electric flow sweeps away his pains
With lightning coursing through his veins
Removing the misery, he had tried to make sense.
He leaps in joy at his newfound release
Freed at last from the age old miseries
The wind picks him up and moves him on
Over a region of space he never before gone.
Stung by curiosity he glances down
Sees the rooftops stuck to the ground
Moving their branches in a farewell bid
Symbolizing the reasons he hasn’t carried.
As he had embarked (in his journey) with the slate all clean
Flying high above the low lying green
He greets his rebirth with a smile.
His release into the Eternal Life.
© Anirban Sarkar
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