THE WITHERING TREE

It was one hot afternoon in the month of june, when I was listening to some sad tune. sitting alone on my sofa, I glanced across my verendah. Bare chest, Bare bodied with ragged clothes to wear, there was a hawker selling something that hot summer. What was that, i was not able to decipher, coz I my self was on the verge of tears, On both sides there was free flow of water, water was dripping from his stooped shoulder, and mine in the form of tear. He was sweating to earn a living I was crying coz I was dying He was a victim of bhopal gas tragedy i ruined my own life which was once a melody. He refused to accept any kind of aid. one weak moment and I was victim of aids. He had no protection against the sun, But I have no reason to have not used the protection. His shoulders stooped coz of responsiblity and mine coz i have lost my dignity. He was helpless against the SUN I was helpless coz of my SIN But his life will see spring once again. and for me even FULL MOON was the only possib...

With the bird singing and sun rising, I was engrossed in deep thinking, What will this festival of diwali bring. will the festival of light curb the darkness and end my suffering. Even a single moment is enough to make life devastating. It was memories from the past that my mind was nourishing Ah! It was one fine morning, when I was in my office and she gave me a ring, telling me that she was expecting. there was happiness on our door knocking in the form of angel with a wing That day she seemed like a queen and i the invincible king. But all happy things have an ending, She was lying in front of me and her hands were waving "Take care of our daughter" she said to me before going I was yearning, She was leaving I felt helpless seeing her dying In my lap was my daughter with her eyes asking, What happened to mother , why is she sleeping, 'wake up mother, i will always do what you say", she went to her grovelling and there i was standing with my eyes crying and my hear...