Through your eyes

There are people all around me

I hear one of them saying-Poor Chap

Ambulance, doctors, Police… all of them crawling like insects

Why did you have to do this my friend?

What went so wrong?

Why do I see a blood stained bed sheet…Once where we sat with a cup of tea gossips and memories?

I clench my teeth I will not cry

For I know how difficult it must have been for you

To leave behind your priced possessions-A pen and a paper

Oh orphaned child why did you stray away

How did your strength lose hope?

Why didn’t my phone ring when you needed me?

I’m awakened by a tap on my shoulder

He asked me to give this to you

I smile at the little boy at the tea stall.

A letter… A pure white sheet as pure as his heart… Inked with words I didn’t want to read.

I read through his eyes the pain he went through that night

When he raised that blade in his hand

One slit and it’s all gone…all that he suffered in his 15 years of life span.

Coward many would call him , to do something so foolish…

Who would end their lives just like that? There always is a better option.

But I know how strong a person he’d been when every night he was beaten up.

A small boy of 8 who was given the news that his mother was killed for money

No education… there on the streets rotting there for the dogs to feast on his remains

Unlucky he would always say….but he loved to write…He always wanted to write

So god gave him a chance to write this one last letter that sums up his life he couldn’t bear anymore.

He was picked up from that street… a gentle hand… an old man who taught him how to love, write, sing read and moreover how to trust again.

Now that old man was gone… Leaving behind this boy of 13… all alone

He lived…for 5 years washing cars, serving the men at a bar, picked garbage bags… earned and lived.

He loved to write, I remember I met him outside the school I teach he would always tell me how one day he would become an established writer…

I miss him…But I know he had had enough. He was tired… I could see how his eyes kept searching for something… Through his eyes I see how difficult it would have been for him to cut himself down…

But I know his thirsty soul now has found what it was searching for….Love… True love… In god’s arms.