A Living-invisible to Dead-Visible

Every day when I went to my office

I saw her on the road side

Watching vigorously

Without blinking her abysmal eyes

Her frail skull, her bony body

Her bare feet, her scattered hairs

Her reedy fingers, her cold look

Shivered my whole being

Felt like a lightening stroke to my heart

And then when I saw people walking by

Without noticing her existence

Absorbed in their own symphony

I wonder if she is too thin to be invisible

Invisible to all of us...

And then when I reached my home

She just became a tragic moment of today’s episode...

And her memories got fade away with each passing moment

Life went on...

She was never different...

Yeah! Worst can’t be worse...

And with each passing day...  I got immune to her...

She was just a picture hung in my memories

Now...my shivering...and lightening stroke

Got softened through the passage of time...

And suddenly one day... I did not see her...

And again, next day...

Then, again and again

Now it had been two weeks I saw her...

And today when I opened my newspaper

I saw her... Her numb eyes...her cold look...

Her disseminated hairs...

Even her death could not change her look....

But of course, had changed her worth...

“A living-invisible to dead-visible”