My Solace

by Khushboo Jain

I knew not the sorrow of the man
Who forgot his existence,
No matter his near and dear ones.

I felt not the pain of the man
Who is disabled to think,
No matter walk, eat and drink.

I heard not the cries of the man
Who can’t express his pain,
No matter talk, utter and refrain.

I saw not the strained face of the man
Who is no more cared,
No matter loved, revered and glared.

I spoke not a healing word to the man
For to him it won’t make any difference,
No matter this writ account offers him my solace.

01-Sep-2013

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