I was sitting once on a bench of a park
Few fat men jogging and little birds playing
Tired of life and devoid of any spark
Sadly I just kept endlessly watching
Soon there came a child
Sat on my bench just beside
“I’m afraid of this basketball”
The little boy said it all
“Do you fear anything?” He enquired politely
I looked at him blankly and incessantly
As innocent he was, so was his question
It drowned me in a deep ocean
The depth kept on increasing
The ocean was my own core
My own perception and thinking
His query chased my soul
What was my real fear?
Was it a single thing?
Or a cluster of thoughts I couldn’t share?
Into my head I kept digging
I was afraid of being lonely
Afraid of being forgotten easily
Soon came the realization
What I dreaded was oblivion
I was in search of people
Some souls pure and fair
For whom I’d be vital
Even when I’ll not be here
My quest could not bring satisfaction
I had no reason for gratification
I was neither pleased nor contented
Each time I felt neglected
And it kept killing me inside ever
The fear instilled deeper each day
Is there anyone to remember?
The day I’ll pass away?
Is there anyone to cry?
To waste a drop of his eye?
For me when I’ll depart,
When my soul will be taken apart?
I started shivering there
That threat I couldn’t bear
Of being a soul so ill-fated
Dejected and deserted
Suddenly the chain of thought broke
I found the child pulling my cloak
Staring me with curious eyes together
Still waiting for his answer
I took his hand and smiled
Embraced him and replied
Not much to say but just a word
My only fear is dying unremembered.
Doctor/ Author/ Artist Words are miraculously powerful, capable of both building bridges and walls.
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