We played together for hours
Me and my sister
And it started raining
We went running inside our house
Thrashing the wet mud on the way
She said, ‘Wait for me’
I grabbed her arm and we rushed inside
The ecstasy of that moment was mystifying
I still don’t know why but we started laughing
First I laughed and then she imitated me
She tried to laugh in my voice
Those times were so blissful
We didn’t need any reason to laugh
We just laughed
I said, ‘Stop laughing, father is coming’
She kept laughing
And I kept laughing
We rolled on the floor as we laughed
I rolled over to my father’s side
He was talking to someone on the phone
‘Go away’, he said
I and my sister were still laughing
Suddenly, the bliss was gone
As my father slapped me hard on my face
And that was some hard blow I got
My sister stopped laughing and I started crying
It has been 50 years since then
But I still remember it
Every day when I go to sleep
I play that scene in my mind
And I wonder, ‘Why did we laugh so hard that day?’
And I still remember that there was no reason
But the question that haunts me is,
‘Why did my father slapped me?’
Such a beautiful poem you written, Shreyans. You weaved happy and confused emotions so seamlessly together, writing from the perspective of both past and present.
Thanks. You make me happy by your words
Your poetry and words always inspire me. They are always so heartfelt, and seem so effortless. So smooth 🙂
And I love your perspective on life. The things you observe and explain.
You are very kind, Shreyans. I also like your perspective through your poetry and fiction. You explore real life on a deep level through this kind of writing.
Thanks
Awesome! Simple yet beautifully expressed !!
Thank you so much