Diary Of A Patriot Poem by Dr. Yogesh Sharma

Reading newspapers and viewing news made him sadden;
On Sunday night, I thought he was behaving eerie.
We had planned to meet at a multiplex to enjoy a movie.
I had shopped with my parents all day long,
So I thought he was displeased at that I was not on time,
Or at my empty purse, but remained quiet, with no remark.

Man, the colossal riddle;
Man, the mysterious;
Man, that deceives himself and all;
Man, a denial;
Or, Man, the theater; no body sees.
In order to be himself, betraying himself.

There was no talk so I suggested that to go somewhere quiet,
So we could chat, he approved but he kept quiet and lost.
I asked him what was wrong - he whispered, 'Nothing.'
I asked him about any slip on my part that made him upset.
Said he, had nothing to do with her and not to be anxious.
Seeming tough but feeble, or feeble but tough!

Way back home I coaxed him that I loved him;
But he dryly smiled and kept driving.
I failed to elucidate his depression;
I didn't know why he didn't say, "I love you, too.'
I felt he was freezed and untouched to all.
Was he sensible yet silly, or silly yet sensible?

Reaching home, I felt as if he had gone with the wind,
As if he was sick with me, and has no bond with me anymore.
Just lost in the sofa and surfed TV; he appeared isolated and out.
Lastly I decided to hide in bed,
After some time he slipped into bed,
Unconscious of human spirit and world.

It was enough for me and I could not seize it anymore,
Ultimately, I decided to confront him with his condition;
But he had fallen asleep.
I started howling and howled until I too plunged to sleep.
I didn't know what to do.
Apprehending his involvement with someone else, I feared my love.