The Painful Call

By Mehul Soni

I was in hospital this morning and I saw her. Doctor was dressing her wound and she shouted in pain. I couldn't see it, neither could I stop thinking about it. I had to come to work today but for what ? I took out my work diary and start writing –

I am speechless, without a thought about what to write.

I feel so bad, so hurt, so helpless, that i feel no might.

Tears shed from my eyes and I try not to cry.

Helpless again, I decide not to pry.

I am at work and i try to concentrate.

Yet my brain and heart continue to perpetrate.

How is she and how does she hold so long ?

Where did this cry come from in this beautiful song ?

I stand there when she cries in pain.

With her every howl, my heart shouts again.

“Please God, shift our place !

This princess isn’t meant for this – she deserves a beautiful palace !”

I miss the beautiful smile – that amplifies her beauty.

This cry and pain in her life – has no duty.

Take them away and swathe her in the robe of happiness.

Give her everything she ever wishes for, O God, Take away all scrappiness.

Sometimes as a kid, when i wondered about the purpose of my life,

I always knew - it isn’t to crunch number, make money, or just have a kid and wife.

It was to kill the villain and save the world,

Now that i have grown up - I realise - She is my real true world.

Her pain and agony is the villain and I swear I will kill it for good,

Happiness has to come out now - Abandoning its hood.

I will build her the castle that I have always prayed for,

O God, give me the strength to achieve what i have dared for.

Bless her God - as she never placed a foot wrong,

She walked on the righteous path, and you hit her like a gong.

If this is you I abandon my faith in God !

Or else, give her what she deserves, in the name of Lord !

I stand by her side and will never let her fall.

But please do me a favour when you shred the next painful call.

Take me as the one whom you swear to grind.

Spare this little beautiful flower - She has taken a lot of wind.

I will hold on to whatever you put me through.

I will keep her happy, I swear to you !

Give me strength to keep her high,

So that never ever in her life, she pours out such painful cry.

I love you and I will keep loving you.

With tears in my eyes and pain in my heart, I swear to you !

I will build you that castle one day where you will see only good.

There wont be a single pillar, which will be crude.

You will be smiling again in joy and glory,

Your laughter will make me bloom, and I tell our grand kids, this story.

How I lived my twenties, thirties, forties, fifties and sixties for you,

How I became your Christopher Robin and you became my sweet little Pooh.

By Mehul Soni