Finally He Arrived!

(This incident ached my heart a lot by seeing in his eyes the rays of good days ahead.So I key-boarded my heaviness here. )

“One day is my day,

my coveted arrival’s day,”

expected he with gleeful eyes,

lurked and longed for the finest day

to breathe the familiar air

of his beloved Nation.

Never ever had  he thought of

this sort of lot in life,

when his lower  limbs, candidly
 touched the milieu banned 
for strangers of other countries

 from encroaching and intruding.

It was not a cuff, but the forces’

 handcuffs that encircled

 his hands like bangles,

the symbol of slavery,despite

an allegory however  he tried

to prove there, seemed scary.                                   

Dungeon that received him

 with derision and disdain
as the insignia of the regiment

that enslaved him, would, he knew,

provide him, torment and torture, till the

dawn of the day, he waited for.

His hay days and young days

 His dreams and warmth in depth,

 his wellness and fitness in toto

All gone in vain being in the hands

 Of  his foes, his wishes were crushed

Without a drop of clemency.

Days, months and years in decade
 had fallen and faded in the current
 of the great ocean,theTime

 though his yens had some lochs

of hope to escape from their clutches
to the tomorrows’ togetherness.

The toddling steps of his little daughter,

the cuddling ways of  his half, better

loving look of  his motherly sister,

all loomed in his sleep often.
 heart his throbbed profoundly

like mortar's pounding  sound.

Hard days, he had to cut since

 insipid food and untidy bed

were doled out, with harsh treatment

 in the hostile country as nemesis

 to his indigenous nation, where he

enjoyed only sugary merriment. 

A thud determining his fatal fate,

knocked out on his cerebral part

sent him to a perilous shell,

which they called a hospital.

alas! Sabarjit, with unfulfilled yen

arrived near his kin in a closed coffin.

Sarala.