Orphan

That day, I sat in a doctor's room,

She was in her late fifties or early sixties,

Had a lot of degrees and was eminent,

Always used to talk cheerfully and charmingly,

Always straight and to the point,

Seemed to have an innocent soul,

Residing within that fragile thin body,

Which people would definitely have

Deciphered as arrogance!

That day, she sat and spoke

With some incoherence,

I watched her, mindlessly 

(Now I suspect whether it was mindful)

Rolling the beads of rudraksha she wore,

And she said, probably seeing me watch,

'It's my mother's, she passed away last week,

I am wearing it since then'

She seemed like a kid…

And she said: 'I can't imagine this life without her'

No, she wasn't sobbing,

Nor there was a tear drop,

But it was a factful speech.

I felt pain then.

But I did not realise the depth then,

After all these years, now I realise.

Age is not a factor,

However old you are,

When dear ones leave-

You become an orphan!

Doesn't matter, what age you are…

The vacuum created

Never gets replaced…

But in that vacuum they reside!

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