Value of life...?

Value of life ...?

I wanted to write a new article...
Started to pin down my thoughts
To my sticky notes..

"It was actually some six months ago.."
My article commenced....

My bad luck too...

My father who was just 85
Fell down from his bed..
His treatments got started..
But he became still...
His movements got stopped.

My sticky notes too got stuck -up,
With just a few lines got
Added on to the beginning...

My father became too sick..
He turned bed ridden..
He got bed-sour..
with severe infection in the blood..
He was fed only through a nasal tube..

Solid intakes were over,
Speech was over,
Movements were over,
Slowly recognizing power was also over..
Only breathing was left out..

I was again into my article writing...
I wanted to change my depressed mood..
I could know,my father was going further and further from me...

I was praying all the time sitting by the side of him.
Thousands of thoughts penetrated my heart..
The olden golden days and many memorable moments
I spent holding his arms,
Resting on his shoulders,
With a secured feeling
And comfort came scene by scene in my mind..
A lot of flash- backs....

Not only my continuing the article bothered ,
But also the distractions and diversions from the media too bothered
Me heavily...

Television channels always flashed some news of massacre...
In air crashes,in road accidents,in group violence and what not?

Magazines described deaths and interviewed the escaped..

Deaths were so impartial in embracing humans
From infants to aged alike...

OH! WHAT IS THE VALUE OF A SOUL?
WHAT IS THE VALUE OF HUMAN LIFE?
IS THAT A QUESTION MARK?
DON"T THOSE KILLINGS CARE EVEN A PINCH
FOR THE VALUES OF HUMAN LIVES?

I penned down my heaviness of my heart
in the words as,"How difficult it was for  a soul to survive
in this ruthless world?"

I was cruelly shaken by the shocking truths
Of my dying father evolved before me...
He can no more enjoy his favorite dishes,
He can no more talk to his dear ones,
He can no more understand his dear ones" wishes..

At last the day came..
That day became the last day in his life..
I lost my father...

I pinned down my note-pad with vexation...
THE SURVIVAL OF A SOUL
IN A HUMAN BODY ITSELF IS TOO HARD>>>>