Drona

watching

..the sky

turn from blue

to purple..

we look toward

the approaching dusk..

dry clouds..

dry eyes..

but

nose

flows fast..

strangely

from only

one half..

the other half..

wonders

in amazement..

but

eye does not betray

any sign

of the emotion..

turning to face

the friend

eye whispers

dear thakshaka..

would you know

why is this so?

why do

i feel

this strange something

..?

like…

like..

a beggar

has come..

and it is time

for a king

to part with

half his

kingdom

..?

maybe..

the friend offers

very slowly..

at first

maybe..

you feel

another’s tears..

..

puzzled..

but curious

by something

i don’t understand

please elaborate

i hear me

ask

the friend

maybe..

hisses the voice..

soft

and cautious..

maybe

it's time

for one

to step off

the train..

thakshaka offers..

oh..i try

but

not understanding

a thing..

i hear

me ask..

who will step off

the train

thakshaka..

will it be beggar..

or king

..?

doesn’t matter

friend..

doesn’t matter

any how..

maybe we should..

go

looking

for mother now?

oh yes!

we must

we share

a smile

for one

long moment..

before we

raise ourselves up

to set off

on the forest path

as dusk

spreads fast

from far across

the darkening horizon..