And I ask to the people, ‘Why do you care?’
They won’t answer
My heart beats and protects the soul
From their constant maligning
One day I was sitting in my house
And some relatives joined
They started asking questions
It was all easy
Someone is interested in your life
It is remarkable
But questions are not a problem
It is the look they give after listening to the answers
Serious judgment
And then I started laughing
What else can one do?
I judged them
Assuming them as idiots
I walked in the evening to the garden
Outside my house
And I saw a child sitting on a chair
I sat near him and shared my grief
And he heard everything
He gave me a warm smile
And ran away
I sat there and wondered
People are different than that child
The child was way better
And he was around 10 years old
I am sure now that they are idiots
My heart still protecting the soul
And they are still maligning me
I asked them, ‘Why do you care?’
And I started laughing thinking about that child
I changed my question and asked, ‘How old are you?’