It was not just another day.

The lake was overflowing with

Tears of sorrow.

The birds were silent

Silent was also a sparrow.

The sky was gloomy and dark

The Sun was dull.

The grass blanket was less green

Not engulfed by the morning dews.

The flowering trees were mourning

For untimely plucked buds.

The grieving water was opaque

Hiding yesterday's dark facts.

The toys and balloons were lying scattered

Still waiting for their masters to pick them up.

The untouched tiffin boxes

Will miss the soft touch of tiny hands.

The unflown kites and threads

Will never see the heights of the sky.

The pets will be waiting at home

To greet them back with waving tails.

Mama is waiting for the return journey

Papa will clean the glass to hide the cry.

The morning alarm will sing the sonnet

The school van will not honk the horn.

Dada ji will wait to pick up

With a chocolate in his hand.

Dadi will not replenish her story collections

For lunch table and bedtime.

The friend list will not be updated

Birthday cake will not be deliberated.

The blame game will play music chair

It does not matter who is guilty.

But it has happened earlier and now.

Please let us put a full stop.

Image credits: AI-generated