The last ten rupees
this is the story that began in October,
when i was still a smalll child,
one quite morning,
my father placed ten rupee in my hand,
Back then ten rupee meant the world .
but I didn't know
it would be the last gift
he would ever give me
I went to the school it was just three ,
and when I return with my two friends by my side ,
A voice called out_
from my grandfather, from my mother .
At first i thought it was only
the rustling of a tree
but i don't know
the voice would take my father away from me .
just like a season
when colour leaves the trees ,
that day
all the colour of my childhood faded too .
that one person I loved the most
was taken by time .
so many people said ,
"we are with you"
but after a few days ,
they felt like strangers ,
life without a father
is like walking on thrones_
every step hurts
even the smallest mistake
is made to look a big crime
sometimes even family says ,
"you are a burden "
And in those moments ,
it feels like nothing in this world
truly belongs to you
