At this stage, I learnt something new,
Care is cared by a very few
Weeks later, I saw a dreadful turn…
A turn in its literal meaning
A turn with spots of blood,
A car and a body stuck to its ceiling
I didn’t know, to see, there was a cost
I saw a soul… A friend forever lost
There I saw the meaning of tragedy,
A meaning meaningless to me before
He left this world, for another better one
But what more did he leave
He left a father, who came to receive his son
A father whose tears if leaked, would make a ton
A mother who grew up Zain,
A mother who, sadly; grew the sand above Zain
Another story ended, we left the stage for a few months off,
Knowing at least for me, things won’t be the same
People thought I was being over and lame,
But People, he was a son and not a cat to tame
