Often words fail my intentions when elders are around.
Especially on those condolence gatherings,
when every one's either sombre or soothing.
Life's cold & past for one,
whose tragedies they spoke of none.
Hush tones were mumbed by stares.
The clever ones escaped.
The ones who remained,
They shed some tears in vain.
But still the soul,
couldn't climb the hole.
It fell deeper into hellish heights,
where no might could stand the fight.
So I spoke. So I awoke.
Is it over? May I leave?
