Cry Of Distress

Poem By Aashish Jin

As I walked along a graveyard, I grew a little grim,
With thoughts of all the sorrows, with which newspapers brim,
And just when I believe, a tear rolled down my eye,
From somewhere inside the cemetery, I heard a dismal cry.

‘Oh, poor soul’ I guessed, ‘may GOD give him peace’,
‘And mend his broken heart, piece after piece’.
But the cry I heard again, this time a howl maybe,
And I decided to check on the man, to go inside and see.

Led by ear I found the man, fallen on his knees,
He was crying out his regrets, into the open breeze.
‘That’s quite an uproar’, I told the man with concern,
‘Looks like you’re mourning for someone, that you really yearn.’

‘Is it a family member, a loved one or a friend,
May I ask for whom these tears, you so generously spend? ’
With swollen eyes and running nose, he spoke with discontent,
‘Why did he have to die, my wife’s ex husband? ’

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