Millions of people in my motherland India and around the world are grieving at this time. This poem is an attempt to give a voice to those who are putting up a brave front..
I hope you don’t ask me how I am doing these days
For if you do, you might set a fire ablaze
I look composed but every fiber of my being right now
Is stretched to the breaking point, I don’t know how
Much longer I can hold it together though
One word of concern, and tears would flow
Ask me my well-being, but know before you do
The floodgates might open, drowning me too
The sorrow, the anxiety, the tremendous fear around
I shove deep down repeatedly, silence their sounds
Yet the slightest twinge of emotion can sway
My forced stoicism, simply wash it away..
When you ask about my well-being, I shall do so too
I don’t know what emotions that might evoke for you…
Maybe you are as broken as I am inside
Maybe behind a masked facade you too hide..
When losses are mounting, perhaps we shall find
In shared grief, some succor for our minds..