Known Eyes

By Manish Singh A

Sometimes your problems

Seem very small,

When compared to

Someone who manages

To rise every dawn

After every dusk’s fall.

One such personality

Dutifully delivers

To unknown locations,

While a large chunk

Of his mind worries

About fund allocation;

Drenched in rain,

Or stuck in traffic,

He makes sure to

Deliver our picks.

Consecutive months

Of hospital, galantamine,

And nursing bills

Had begun to make

His conscience ill;

There were hardly

Any improvements

Highlighted in the file.

On such saddening days,

He’d wear a gentle smile

Just to make all the

Sufferings feel fine.

On the arrival of night,

He rushes back home,

To switch-on the lights

Of love and memory,

And with a glint of hope,

Looks into a pair

Of known eyes

That gazes at him

For a long, long while,

But fail to recognize.

By Manish Singh A