Beside the downtown model shop

Life has been good so far.
I think you have seen me before,
I sit right beside the downtown model shop.

I knew your father, a "celebrated" man.
He used to give me a rupee or two sometimes after having his daily paan.
I have not seen him lately though,
But that din't bother me much, beggars are busy you know!
And i remember your first time, 
You sneaked out very cautiously like drinking was a horrible crime.
Haven't you been coming here for about a decade son ?
I never had what they sell here but i believe its a lot of fun.
Every time you buy a navy cut, you gave me four bucks.
Such generosity I expect only from few.
Maybe that's why I always wait for you.

I also know about those special events in your life,
Your first job treat, your marriage , your promotions....
And some nights when you weren't here, nobody gave me a dime, 
It was hard to sleep on the cold street, and I had no money even to dine.


You might be wondering that why this old man is wasting your time,
I know you aren't jobless son, I will come straight to point.
Last night when you were on a call,
I could not help but overhear you.
You were standing right next to my spot.


Don't do this to him son, he is too old to be left alone,
Nature's justice is poetic, were you never told ?

 After that I could not say more,
And i came back to my spot.

The incident  was back again,
Faded anger got masked by fresh pain.

It wasn't just my bad luck, 
It seems to have crept into my family blood.


At distance stood my grandson, smoking another navy cut...

This is the end

He stood there with burning eyes.

His breath fast, the place echoed with his suffocating sighs.

“It must be how you feel when you’re dying”

He had been waiting for it from a long time,

What was real, what was a manifestation never really mattered throughout his life.

But this, this was different,

He spent his life looking forward to this.

“all my life has been dazed and confused, I wish I were sober when I were dying .“

Estrangements, rejections, blames were always welcomed by,

“A seat is definitely reserved for me there”, he thought every time after getting high.

But this quite wasn’t what he expected,

No smoke, no darkness, no snakes to bite,

“What the hell is this ? ”, he cursed for the last time with wounded pride.

“it’s the last opportunity, give me what u got,” he murmured to his mind,

“She never came till now, why would she come to your funeral?” was all that was going inside.

A few peep-holes to his childhood, his mom smiling when he walked for the first time,

Everything was fading, there was just one issue left to decide,

Will it be light forever or will it be finally de-light.

 “Maybe they weren’t just mocking when they called me insane”

The death finally was there, still he felt ashamed,

“t‘was God or Satan who stood by me my whole life?”

“oh no!, this can’t be hell.” he cried seeing so much light,

He stood aghast in heaven, still, with burning eyes.