You were a giant
I hate using were
Accepting the fact you are not here
Leaving our hearts on a smoldering fire
Knowing that you were a piece of furniture
This world needed to be ideally furnished
However, death is self-centered.
It had all of you to itself.
Lots of ideas lying dead in one cage
How could this be a reality
When we didn’t see it in a dream?
We were shocked at the break of dawn,
Knowing that early in the morning
You, a giant, plummeted to the ground.
And there was nothing you could do
To defy that dreadful foe
Who thought it was cool to take you
And take our smiles too.
Another piece of shocking news made our hearts flutter.
They are no longer able to open up.
By the mention of your name,
Pain holds a dagger
Stabbing us.
Our imaginations have grown wings
Our minds are exploring.
How you wandered without fear,
Acted without fear and said things without fear,
But, have all those fearless moments
Led to a journey with an incomplete path?
All those moments were like dead strands of hair.
You lost them before seeing them
This world is not our home
But, you are going home
With your head like a loaded magazine
Of an M16 rifle
Filled with bullets of ideas
Ready to take shots at life’s flaws
And pushing triggers to kill the ills
While taking cover at opportunities’ roofs,
You going home was not a situation to put us through.
How you fell; it’s afflicting
But when you dipped
My heart did break
Brabee, the giant you were, is the giant you will always be.
Continue to lead.
Authored by: Zeekar Karwah
Featured Image by: Mike Labrum on Unsplash
