Tales Through Tears (Part 2)

Tales Through Tears

(Part 2)

P K Routray

Remember I the vivid scene of yesteryear

Kuhu was crawling out of the arms of my mother’s sister

as if trying to reach her dear brother

to scratch him and listen to his loving laughter

being unaware of the scene of sorrows on death

where her dear brother was drowned and lost his breath.

it is equanimity, a child achieves because of its ignorance

now we see in her the same child but with scriptural fragrance.

Her brother was lying motionless never to play again with her

Grievous was the scene around, unconscious was the mother.

I felt as if my little brother telling his crawling sister

“Do not cry.To take care of you I am telling our brothers elder”

His babbling words and kid’s tone still ring in my ear

“Bhai ! I am departing forever, take care of our sister dear.”

Compare I the scenes occurring six and half decades apart

I am her only surviving elder brother, only cry and pray in the heart.

Remember I the scene of Kuhu’s birth and then my anxiety

as to get mother's breastfeed how both of them would fight.

But I hazily remember he never became a barrier

with the giggle, he left for his sister on grandma’ shoulder.

(N.B Kuhu had another brother younger to me and two years older yo her.he got drowned in the backyard pond. I am the elder brother then was around five years older to my sister)