Withering Flowers

Every day they lie to each other...

Without you they are are finding it difficult to move further

They have started to tremble...

They are playing life's gamble

The faces have lost their smile...

They satisfy themselves by saying we are good, we are fine

Your father's leg is paining badly for the past few weeks...

He doesn't let his wife know and always creeps

They spend each day impatiently looking at the door...

Surprise them some time by coming off the shore

They have forgotten to live livelily, they have forgotten to laugh...

Both are surprised that sometimes they call each other their better half

They want you to be with them in the last steps of life...

How will a husband die peacefully knowing there is his loving wife

Looking at your picture they have started to frown...

Come soon before they drown

You have no right to cry on their final rites...

Leaving them alone is no less than deadly fights

Your hair is turning grey...

Aren't you afraid that you too will soon fall prey?

You are forgetting that you will be the same one day...

Your loving children would not spare you too, whatever/ however you pay