Compassion

Compassion - - - - - - - - - Pensive and doleful He was sitting beside a stranger In a bus coming from Kochi to Trichur What's wrong with you my friend? Asked the stranger looking like a Church Father You are young and budding Yet something is preying on your mind He looked at Father with blank eyes As if the light of his soul has fled And the pilgrimage Of his life is coming to an end And his thoughts were slow and brown Mattered little if someone him talked He looked lost in his own heaven Father was a man of compassion He tried again to elicit a response Take me as your friend and pour down Your emotions where I can feel my sorrow's share As if knocked down Finally ice started melting down Springing forth tears on his eyes While recounting Happenings leading to his woes See I am a dead man living Having lost both my kidneys I have been looking for a donor None willing to spare even one And in the process of acquiring one I lost my life's savings to a swindler Now can you expect me to talk with a smile? When I am left with life of no zeal Now I am a weary pilgrim Willing to join forefather's den Father was listening to him calmly Then came his reply solemnly That I have been looking for you all my life And how strange you are sitting beside me with grief And if I can't provide you with relief My life would be futile and filled with mischief See I am blessed with two And you have none I have heard, one can lead normal life with one And I am willing to spare for you one Now give me your sweet smile So that I can say to God life is not futile Dumbfounded he looked at Father With tears rolling down his cheek ceaselessly A flower on the verge of being culled so early Was put aside with transplantation being made successful Now they are no more strangers Loving each other Wishing each other long life Father George and victim Asif Oh! life sometimes can be miracle And God is so merciful