The
rebel
Lived
inside
Silently,
The
mind that nurtured it
Forgot
his presence,
The
rebel
Grew
up scribbling
The
letters of wild courage
On
the wall,
The
heart failed to spot it,
Many
times,
When
the body fell,
It
felt the touch of
The
sensitive rebel
Standing
out
And
Offering
his shoulder,
He
took the wounds
And
pains
Keeping
the house
Free
from them,
Without
ever demanding
Anything
in lieu
Yesterday,
While
watching a game of
Equals
beating the unequals,
The
rebel burst out of him,
In
his weakness
Following
his momentary absence,
He
realised the indispensable
Without
which
It
was impossible to
Live
on
© DEEPAK NIKUNJ
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