The Title-Less - Poem by Chitresh Jhawar
Sitting alone getting bored
Suddenly I saw a new black Ford
It was driven towards me
but I couldn't stand as i had a wounded knee
A man in formals got out
watching him i was stunned and so gave a shout
'Dad, does it belong to us...? '
he came near me and said, 'Yes'.
This four years old was so excitedly ecstatic; we had our own car
'now I want to remain in it and I want to drive very far'
daddy grinned; patted my back and said, 'of course my son,
we'll; but before you must learn
to take care of it, adore it heartily
let me make it completely clean', he said kindly
when he was busy mopping it
i took a stone from besides and scratched it.
Minutes after he heard the scratching noise
so he took a wrench and then came my voice
he forgot that he was battering on my soft palms
after an hourly long minute he got a little calm.
He threw the red iron wrench on the muddy ground
I glanced it, something shiny and red I found
It was nine in the night, I ran to the hospital
Doctors took me to the ER and did the essentials
My hands were red, my face was wet
with my legs in pain, my death bed was set
They asked me who-when-where-why-did this
I said dad-evening-besides car-i scratched it
They called my dad immediately
and hollered on him furiously,
'the child has lost all his fingers due to multiple fractures
now go and play with your wrenchers'
Daddy came inside crying, made an eye contact
with tearful pain, our eyes were intact
'daddy when my fingers will grow up? '
I asked him while the nurse was giving me a syrup.
I don't know if that was something wrong that made him to depart the place
leaving lonesome, me and my crimson crying face
he went back to the car and booted it many times
he was culpable and cursing himself for the crime
Devastated by his own actions, sitting there and crying
he tend to look at the scratches with his tears drying
by what he saw, he got fully fade
I had engraved, 'LOVE U DAD'
Next day he did not come to see me in
So i had to go to the coffin
I did not know the meaning of suicide
But I couldn't see my dad alive so I cried
I can't confront the whole situation
but i clearly remember people's reaction
'Things are to be used and people are to be loved
but in today's world people are used and things are loved'
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