Vermilion

by Dr. Jaipal Singh



At a time in a phase of life Passion and sentiments ran so high Life without her was beyond imagination He would be very anxious and lonesome With her absence even in moments. But the time was ruthless He had to live a life without her Enormity of loss drenched spark of life That turned out to remain merely a chorus Of worldly duties and commitments. Decades of longing, he spoke to her once And with the very sense of her presence Words failed turning him into a bundle of nerves That even for a customary get going He had to empty a full water glass. During all these lonesome years Through the pain he endured lifelong He constantly keeps on pondering The color of vermilion is so dark and stark It overshadows remaining colors of life.