Jugal

Abstract

I see you on the screen;Thousands of milesAnd the vast ocean of blue between us.I search in despairFor your sunny radiance,That buoyant banter of yours.Why, Dad,Has it suddenly gone missing?“There’s a second wave in Delhi.”Your words seem distant and lost,Unable to line up suitably.In search for order, for oxygenOf which the city has none.The virus rages in India, unsparing and relentless.The system is overwhelmed,Broken and helpless.Your blue lips conjure a brave smile;My trembling voice is unable to hideBehind much-needed courage.“I love you, Dad; thanks for everything.”Grief, it seems, has a wayOf swallowing up words,Of rendering speech powerless.Flowing tears blend effortlessly with searing pain;Together, they inconsiderately sweep everything away.You are surrounded by love.Head resting, ever so gently,On brother’s sturdy shoulders.Fingers entwined with mom’s,Trying desperately to assuageAll her worst fears.Even unconditional loveFalters in the face of hypoxia.The last breath brings peace.Farewell, Dad; my guiding light.I will always cherish you.In loving memory of Dad