God Has Created Something For Me Too.

By Rahul Pokhariya

2 month ago, I buried my son Underground. A wife who is Wiping her tears to hide her pain of cancer. I sold my kajri for money. Believe me I sold myself. Land of contract Seeds of borrowed money. We were only two two labourers of them! Garland of my son's photo Remind me our Shoe string budget. Believe me I was alive corpse. Kum kum on her forehead And torn colourful saree revealed our scantily clad body. We were giving solace to one another by not uttering a single word. Believe me she is only strength of mine. Skin buring heat I was enduring it in the ice cream trolley. I wasn't able to save my seed But i can't lose my root of strength. Believe me underground seed was feeling sour taste of my tear and sweat .

This idea of her pale face was working. My dual work and her dual responsibility were refurbishing our life. Lit of smile in our family of three. Believe me we were satisfied in our apathy. Our darker shade was getting a crimson company. But it was no more. Believe me it was no more. Wealthy crop, wealthy ice cream trolley. But I'm a stem without seed and root of strength. We are still three, One in sin land and two are underground. Believe me she loved her son more than me. A thought of suicide and thought of her and him with responsibility is filling my empty home. I'm working faithfully for them. Believe me god has decided something for me too.

By Rahul Pokhariya