Walked my steps on that holiday,
the sun was glittering; looked it had visited the heaven…
The heavenly glittering was felt by my face, hands, and mostly by my half closed eyes.
I walked with the melancholic thoughts and the pensiveness of my age, wastage!
I somehow approached the park,
I used to sit in, as a tranquil child.
I saw a bench with no one resting, it was vacant.
I managed my steps there and sat.
I started sharing the thoughts with the woods I was covered by; with the river that was flowing before my eyes; and with the smooth breeze around there…
I shared the depth of my heart and the infinity of my mind!
I shared my discomfit, my hardships, my haunting days and my deadly nights!!!
Meanwhile,
A beggar came and sat my left side,
I kept myself mum.
He started begging, the scene arisen utter pity in me and I gave him all the pennies I had.
After that, poor sweaty beggar slept on the same bench, looked he was a homeless!
I started pondering:
Am I the discomfit? Or this beggar who is compromising his dignity and self respect for starvation.
Am I the discomfit, having enough ancestral fortune or this beggar; a homeless?
Am I the discomfit, by easy managing my needs, or this poor; dependent on the pockets of others?
I got deep pensive by the scene and my eyes closed in that thoughtfulness.
Suddenly!
A hand touched my shoulder…
when I opened my eyes, the watchman said,
“Go home sir, it’s late night!”
~ Saqlain Mushtaq
Baramulla, J&K, India
It is beautifully and brutally weaved…. I think one who got most of his but have no calm and solace is a begger before a bigger who is satisfied by having nothing…Here Saqlain Mushtaq artfully curled the Hegmony of poor quietness which doesn’t need much pennies over the pseudo wealth …Loved it..