Hidden Ache

“Isn’t there any other cure?” We ask

With a face of sorrow so deep

“Oh isn’t there any, for sure?” We shoot out a task

To the doctors who are deprived of their sleep.

Even the best search engine and internet encyclopedia

Has no result to identify the cure to this serpent

Death and misfortune is on the track

Although we had given the best of 100 percent.

We had paid deep attention to the monitor’s beeps

Despite sulking over the sacrifice of our placid sleep

Exercise this only remedy and keep the patient safe

These are the only words to you we can say.

These words of the doctors did not bring back peace

We could no longer bask under our once healthy shelter with ease

Sans his presence, the world feels incomplete

Those words of the doctors kept ringing in my mind like a parakeet.

“Your grandfather was a great man” my father would say

Soon after the great one passed away

He wept and grumbled over his tedious therapies

Reminiscing his loved memories

The world is deteriorated sans him

His bereavement was the lord’s atrocious sin

If the almighty gave us all a chance to live

Then why not to him he would give?