You have lived a life of fulfillment,

                                      Of accomplishment

A lone star in the northern sky, twinkling,

           Inkling

But you could never reach out for that star,        

         That far               

You have known the three windows to salvation

                                                           Respiration

You were destined for the three men road to awakening

                                                            Resurrecting

A father, a husband and a son, the slices and the toils if life

                                                             Consequential Strife      

Myriad hues of black and other colors,

Of sorrows and other emotions,

Of twilights and other nights,

Of mothers and others related

Of illegitimate love, and the other halves! 

You have always painted black for you, and let the blues, greens and the reds flourish in others, that is why you never knew what a color is.

You have always treaded on sorrows and the path of thorns, so that others can walk over your head, like a heartless brute, that is why you never knew happiness or roses.

You have always dreamt of that splendid twilight, but all you got is pitch dark, emotional rapists and those hallowed nights.

You have defined what mothers are today and of tomorrow, that is you never knew on which relationships stood.

You have always had those secret loves’ and likes’ which you could never express, coz, if once uttered the axe would sure have fallen, hence you never knew what gains are , you always dwelled on pains…

The painting on the wall is fading,

The expression on the face is evading,

The fear and the anguish is turning green,

The unheard whisper till now is rising, murmuring!

But, you have known what it takes for the salvation, which others are still dying to get to… !