(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 native.
Never ever he thought of
this sort of lot in life,
when his limbs, both pulled him
to the milieu prohibited
for aliens or strangers
to encroach and intrude.
It was not a cuff but the forces’
handcuffs that encircled
his hands as the very bangles,
the symbol of slavery ,despite
his allegory however he tried
to prove there.
Dungeon that received him
well with derision and disdain,
that are the insignia of the regiment
that enslaved him to provide
anguish and distress 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 when in the hands
Of his foes, his wishes were crushed
Without a drop of clemency.
Days, months and years
in decades had fallen and
faded in the flow of time-sea
though his yens had some lochs
of hope to escape to the
Little steps of toddling daughter
cuddling ways of half better
loving look of motherly sister,
all loomed in his sleep and
his heart throbbed profoundly
like the pounding sound, mortars'.
Hard and harsh were the days
Of being in a country
that doled out food insipid and
bed untidy and hardship barbaric
in unfathomable measure
that he found unbearable.
The host, no, hostile country
turned into indeed
a nemesis, which was an opponent
to his own land that held him
in memory of sugary merriment
once he had enjoyed..
An unforeseen thud, knocked out
On his part cerebral,
Bringing damage in degree fatal
Carried him to the perilous shell,
Which they called a hospital
That fetched him nil his life.
Alas! Sarabjit ,the hapless one
far away from his dear ones
could fulfill seldom his desires
for,again,his former joyful life
leaving his troubles and tortures
forever and ever, arrived, he in a coffin.