Nourished and caressed his blood cells,
The tropical Sun’s ordeal,
From the Ganges, humid winds and moist spells,
His body, a mirror to his years,
While post-school, ceased ticking his brain,
At the epicenter of his central nervous system,
Evolved a tumor out of his skull’s membrane,
Only perpetual childhood now to nurture,
Cancelled were all his bookings to a manly future,
Cherish every second was what the docs prescribed,
Now he could be gone any moment, medication surrendered,
Thereafter, his parents gifted him a young bride,
The child locked in a man’s shell had to hear wedding bells,
Chucked out of his ancestral house, deserted to die,
He smiles in a squat on the floor of a mental facility,
Chuckles innocently, “I miss Mom, she used to play with me, sleep by my side,
I miss Dad; he saved me every night by sleeping with my angry wife”
Debaroon’013
(A Salute to sapiens that surround us…)
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