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So Is Life

PoemsBramwel KemoliNovember 10, 2025
So Is Life
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As usual he bids the family goodbye

Sets off for work

With the son closing school

Opted to give him a little push,

A little more time for father son bonding

I need more drawing pens and plain book when you come back in the evening- he said

The son opened the gate

He sat on his motorbike and sailed off

This was the last time they saw him alive

 

A call came 20mins later,

He’s been rushed to the hospital

Critical

 

What happened?

He tried to cross the road

A bus came from nowhere

…

I Imagine

In his usual official look,

Lying in the middle of the dusty tarmac

Writhing in pain

Blood oozing

As life slowly seeps away

 

A crowd gathers

A quick check on the pulse,

Faint

 

He's hurriedly bundled in a car

Each second synced to the heartbeat

Hanging on

As he struggles for life

 

They reach the hospital

There’s nothing to be done

He’s already gone

 

He’s been juggling between two jobs

A sole breadwinner in a family of four

The wife seemed happy as a housewife

A pretty charming lady with an infectious laugh

She spends the day chatting with the other women in the plot

She’s a kind soul

We’ve been friends

Life has been good,

What now?

 

She cries her heart out

Her throat is dry

Attempts to comfort her are futile

She faints

First aid, nothing

We are losing her

She’s rushed to the hospital

 

The daughter is sitting at the sofa

She’s the first born

Trying to be strong

For her mother

Her brothers

She looks famished, pale, tired

Her voice is hoarse

 

She blankly stares at her phone

She shows me

Her dad's pictures

He liked selfies- she says

 

This one he took it yesterday,

Lively man, full of energy and glamor

Did you ever see him?- she asks

Despite living in the same plot

We barely saw him

Just once, I recalled

 

I don’t know how he's looking now- she says

Its been two days

You haven’t seen him yet?

I am scared, she says

Tears flashes in her eyes

She swallows bitterly

 

She Asks,

What Now?

Silence!

 

So is Life…

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