In The Whirl Of Thoughts

as thoughts flew round like thistle downs in the air, there shot from him a suppressed sigh. he strained to remember- "when was it I last got a call from my children"? he rocked in agony his heart beats quickening.... how little he sought and how little he gained! he lived for his children. well settled, they now stay far away. in the mirror peering into his disintegrating face, he airs out.... - his loneliness - his ailments - his thirst for his children his voice trailing into the heedless sky until they shrink down to a single breath in and out, in and out...... like a lizard waiting for its prey he sees Death waiting near. he envisions a coffin lowered down not borne by anyone familiar but by some strange hands gladly he steps down closing his eyes, he lies inside waiting for the warm kiss of his children a parting gesture due for any parent!