An iron-bed cries
A sick man wonders,
Why such deep pain
Which my whole body plunders?

A baby boy beside him
Engrossed in his play,
A father watches keenly
To gauge God’s way.

A bedside table
With medicines crowded,
His wife beside him
Sat dumb-founded.

He suddenly sits up, and
Says, “I am fine”
We know he isn’t
He shall be dead before nine.

He smiles after ages,
A grief-washing smile
I leave the room swiftly
To walk another mile.

He calls me, “Don’t go!”
I return with a pain...
He smiles, my heart sinks
Cause, I’ll never see him again.

A devil’s curse
He bore, like a yoke
On second thoughts, I see
Life’s such a joke!

A wife’s cry cuts through
A long illusory vice;
“Poor soul”, we call her,
As if that would suffice!

A bed still waits
For the rightful owner to rest,
The pillows soften themselves,
And form a cozy nest.

The baby boy runs about,
As the man lies there...
The latter is now lifeless,
And, the former fails to care.

The boy keeps playing
As the father bids adieu:
Silently blessing and weeping...
A stillness, for our view.

The leaves fall off,
A candle blows out,
Streams in the eyes,
A mind with a doubt…

A new star in the sky
Shining down on me,
“Heaven’s lovely” it says “yet
Earth’s where I long to be.”