STORIES

STORIES

A story of a poet from valley, walking along a road
To a place, left by people to be alone
Whose summer has sunken deep, in long prevailing winter
Where sun remains hidden, behind gloomy clouds

He met a boy on his way
His eyes full of tears
He said he lost a face
Face of a friend, who always stood by him
Listening his story, he walked again
After some distance, he saw a wailing mother
She said, she lost a face
Face of her son, which she used to embrace
While holding in her lap
Listening her story, he walked again
After some step, he saw a sad father under a tree
As if there is a wait for someone to come
The line on his forehead is craven deep
He said, he lost a face
Face of a young son, which he used to
Clasp tight in his arms with affection
Listening his story, he walked again
After some distance, he saw a girl
She said, she lost a face
Face of a brother, which she used to love and play with
Listening her story, he walked again
To the place, where he wanted to go
Meanwhile he reached the destination
Graveyard…..
He himself has lost a face
A face which he used to see and smile
He broke down on his knees
With unending pain in his heart
Praying for all, the paradise
Tears rolling down from his eyes
Shivering words uttered from lips
I miss you my dear
I miss you my dear
Hope we will again together in paradise
He left, walking back from where he came
He again saw a lost face, being carried to the same graveyard
Again creating the stories for him to listen
When he would come back along this road

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