His eyes culled purpose from faraway
sequels. His countenance was our cerate.
His demeanor never stirred the stillness
to divulge its rage and resentment.
One could be with him, wordless. His
being: like a golden oldie.
You turned to be the brisker one:
beating me to the sidereal spread.
The others were lighter: when you charged
towards the check after our eating out adventures.
Your current slip leaves me without a limb:
you’ve no idea what it is to lose a son.
Sanjeev Sethi is published in over 30 countries. He has more than 1250 poems printed or posted in literary venues. He is Joint-Winner of Full Fat Collection Competition-Deux organized by the Hedgehog Poetry Press. His poem, A Factory of Feelings was voted Poem of Month March 2020 at Ink Sweat and Tears. He lives in Mumbai, India.