The statue

Swollen eyes, sticky hair, mouth full of blood

Lie an old man, near the pedestal of a dilapilated statue

tattered clothes, same as the colour of dirt

with an aluminium container jingling with two coins

He was neither begging, neither crying

neither he was shrieking superficially for sympathy

He was just staring straight into the eyes of the statue

It was a statue of an old women, crow shit all over the face

probably the statue of the last ruler of the city

maintained and painted only twice in a year

Independence Day and Birth Anniversary

It doesnt have the liberty of the diurnal sauna

it lies at the liberty of fellow humans

And the condition of the statue is same as the old man

dilapidated, broken, innate, numb

The Old man stood over the pedestal to reach her face

and rubbed the dirt from her cheeks

His tears had enough moisture to rub off the dry pellets of crowshit

All were unaware of the happenings, no one noticed.

Slowly he came near to her cheeks and imprinted a long kiss

The statue didnt move, but the old man fell off

Malnutritioned, Deprived , Senseless

He closed his eyes lying below the pedestal

and said..’Love..I always Loved You’

another story untold….