The Boy Died After The Fall Poem by sayan sil

A shabby cupboard, a broken vase,
An undone bed with dirty linen allover,
A table heaped with papers.
Papers with scribblings,
Scribblings in an unearthly language.
And a clean little ear stud.
What remained unnoticed were-
A pair of inquisitive eyes.
The solitary witness of a mystic death.
The stopping of a heart,
Which had refused to beat-
A long time back.
Rather time had beaten it to stop beating.

The ear stud was clutched among-
The desperate fingers of the boy.
Which were trying to save it?
Or were finding a support for the heart to beat?
It was a simple one to put on,
But too cumbersome to put off.
the open eyes were piercing the ear stud and accusing it?
No;
They were just searching for a corner uninvaded

Which could spare him a few more moments
& with those a few more chances to live.
The tired eyes searching for the pair-
has failed now.

He did not let it touch the ground-
As it fell one day, cause the ground was hard, not than the truth though.

And many a mile away, probably among a heap of wastes,
Lay the pair, solitary.
Weeping & wailing as it was-
It did not have a heart to beat for,
and a hand to protect
that it smashed against reality

It could not survive the fall,
nor could the fingers which survived its love.