That's It. He Made It So Simple Poem by Ravi Kopra

I was six thousand miles away from home
A three word message on my phone -
All intelligible.

A murmur of just three words
A male voice in such a hurry I could not make it
I had not heard such a blur in years. I could not fathom

It was my brother's voice I heared after thirty years in self exile
I listened to the message many times. Could not make it
Days passed by. I listened again and finally realized -

Kehar Singh Died.

I was blank. Felt nothing. Just stared into the clear sky
He never loved me. I never loved him.
He was born. He lived. He died. Like any other being.

That's it. He's gone. My heart is cold as it has ever been for him.
Nothing to mourn or eulogise. He made it so simple.
He was my father for fifty years on paper. Nondescript.