Winter of that year,
Marker as the days of
mystery
When the sun kissed the
horizon
When the blanked of
dust covered the sun
There was a call in the
room
Incredible news came
and widened my eyes
Losing the sense from
my body
The pearl of tears
streamed from my cheek
Reaching in Paro
hospital
The promise of life
became my home
There, my father lay
down with his last few days
Green man came and
rushed him to operate theater
Every day at nine white
men came and went
Room polluted with
noise and screams
Verities smell hanging
in the air
Making my appetite
worse than any other
Chasing away the sleep
from me
Sitting beside my
father
The hours crawled like
years
Night never came and
days never went
For me, day was night
and night was day
And I marked it as
memory in my life.
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