I Wanted To Know Poem by Swapan Deep Singh

It was a bright sunny morning and I stood on a side;
Gazing at my crying mother;
Staring at my sobbing father.
It seemed something terrible had happened;
As if someone had died, but who and why?
I asked my father, But alas! No reply.
I screamed for an answer;
But nobody seemed to hear my cry.
I ran to my room dejected, confused.
Could they see me? Could they hear me? I wanted to know;
I tried to kill my curiosity, but it continued to grow;
And then through the dusty window glass I saw laying on the floor, Covered in white, a carcass.
I dashed out;
A hot lump of fear tottered down my throat.
A strange doubt;
My heart vigorously throbbed;
My legs trembled;
I flung away the covering to get the answer I had sought.
My eyeballs froze; the bright one became a pitch black day;
A merciless gale had taken an inquisitive mind and a pounding heart away.
I now knew why my father sobbed, why my mother cried;
Because _ _ _ _ _ because, I had died.