A logbook
Cautiously kept certificates
Best in Ground subjects
Best in shooting
Best in flying
A young bright
Fighter Pilot’s
Once worn Wing
Carefully arranged memoirs
Of their only son
You make all efforts to contain
Pure pain
The tears that well up within
A torrential rain
Sublimating into
A
Wilted, stillborn grin.
In his account of
Airplane flying
In column three
Generally
Is me
Column four
Bygone………. he.
These ledgers are required
Because
With you
All yours have also gone,
Today……
Your folks and sis labour to remember
Which day you went up
And when were you born.
This morning while opening your very own briefcase,
I felt,
How it feels,
When time wounds
All the heals.
~Glow Worm~
25 February 2005
(In memory of Rahul, my brightest pupil, whose skills far
exceeded mine. The boy passed away a decade ago in a road accident.
He was not driving. I bore the onslaught of veritable pain while
opening his brief case this morning to fill in a form for his
parents).
