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….