Tears fall down as much as the rain outside was,
I kept ingeminating, its not possible – cannot be happening,
like the hated porcelain doll, his figure was unchanging,
however, it turns out as poignant comedies, and I became cognizant of his equanimity,
ashamed at my over-bearing deportment,
with the glimpses of his demeanor caught through the glass panel window,
lay bare the distorted and crying face of him,
again tears fall down as much as the rain outside.