One Day, Too Soon – A Poem by Sunil Sharma

Nano drops
of
silver from the eaves;

tears
of some

orphan,
widow,
guy, fired on a warm Friday morning
in
a cold office with sniggering colleagues,
in
downtown Mumbai/Toronto/other place
that was once a day-shelter for struggles
and
shared fledgling dreams and aspirations.

A callous heart. Solid. Grey mass of snow.
Cold.
Unmoved.
Unmovable by any genre of tears—“Oh! those sissy tears!”

One morning, very soon, when the sun shall be up
and

pierce the cumulonimbus clouds in a dim sky with
his bright lance, in a single swift cut, a neat slicing,

the icicles of the same heart will slow-melt in tiny
drops

on

the concrete floor or a chipped, dirty pavement,

trod
by thousands of the

hungry feet, in a hurry, to meet deadlines, in the
Land of Opuntia.

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