Under a Deathline...

96 people have died till now in accidents involving Blueline buses. Deathlines, they are called these days. Of all the parents who lost their children, of all the children who lost their parents, I dedicate this poem to all who passed away. May their souls rest in peace.

I have written the following poem from the perspective of a father who lost his only son to a deathline.

Its all dark, the sky is blue
And I am still running
In the hope to find him
Coz waiting on the other end
Is one of my dearest friends.

My friend, my son, my life
Ruthlessness finished his journey
I have to finish this race, he says
How do I do it without him now?
Its wasn’t one person who took him away
It is the system I am a part of
It is the hatred I belong to
It is the air that I blew once

Today I lost a piece of my heart
To the system, that will mellow down
In a tiny newspaper article
How we succumb to our own miseries
Today, tomorrow and as the days follow
Fake promises made, we swallow pain
As time goes by in melancholy…

I couldn't meet him at his end,
Couldn't take him in my arms and tell him how much I loved him
It might take me a while to reach where he is
Although my life finished with him..
Under a Deathline…

If only wishes came true….
I miss you son….
Love,
Dad