Void, The Way Of Life Poem by Aniruddha Pathak

A kindly lady in a large house lives with her brother, both unmarried, both elderly, say, around seventy. Imagine you stay with them for two years— the two graceful hosts, more than the income from a paying guest, they care for some souls around. Soon you become part of that household. But then, you have to leave the town on transfer, they let you go with a heavy heart. It is difficult for you too to part. You promise to visit them soon and leave. But ‘soon' somehow gets stretched to three long years, and when you manage to visit, it is too late. Death, man's nearest companion, had called on them, and in a span of a few days, you come to know.

With some sense of sin
You tear away from the scene,
A void whirls within,

Draped in memories
Men oft live with heavy heart,
Void's the way of life.
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Haibun |07.08.2021|