Fog wrapped around his mind,
Tattered thoughts refused to unwind,
He starred around with a blank eyes,
For him, existence of Sun or Moon is a lie.
Comfort of nostalgia is mercilessly denied,
Green postures of life withered away & dried,
A farewell function before event inevitable,
Long premature grieving of self, irrevocable.
A vanishing line between life and death,
Bright morn to darkness, while at breath,
A journey to Land Of Nowhere at snail's pace,
What can bring back a smile in his face?
He can't remember, but he can surely feel,
With caring heart, with him you make a deal,
Give him your love and give him utmost care,
Let him feel that you are always there.
© K. Radhakrishnan
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