A young man took his life by Yogita

A young man took his life.

A knot in a rope strangled the last breathe from him. The rope tied to the tree held strong. It did not snap.
The knot was the right one for what he chose to do. It all worked so well.
But now he’s gone.
But why had he tied the rope to the tree?

No-one was saying,
They gathered around his grave.
A somber mood was felt
Some kids stood still while others expressed their preference for play.

The knot took the young man’s life,
The knot at the end of the rope
That was tied to the tree.
But why was the rope tied to the tree?

Wailing expressed the grief in the hearts of the mourners.
Olgawoman sat still
memories of past loss and grief stirred within them.
Sorrow’s net cast over them.

The knot took the young man’s life,
The knot at the end of the rope
That was tied to the tree.
But why was the rope tied to the tree?

The family sat at the head of the grave,
A cold stiff lifeless body of one who was so young lay before them.
One by one mourners’ threw a hand full of sand onto the coffin.
The ritual continued.

The knot took the life of the young man.
The knot at the end of the rope
That was tied to the tree.
But why was the rope tied to the tree?

Emotions were stirring but were not expressed.
This was not the first time.
It had happened before.
More sand was thrown onto the grave.

The knot took the life of the young man.
The knot at the end of the rope,
That was tied to the tree.
But why was the rope tied to the tree?

No-one spoke of it
The faces of the family appeared blank and dazed.
What emotions lay behind their blankness
Grief was obvious.

The knot took the life of the young man.
The knot at the end of the rope,
That was tied to the tree.
But why was the rope tied to the tree?

A man built solid, tall and strong picked up some sand and stood at the head of the grave.
With bold words and a cracked voice he broke the silence.
He said,
I was like a father to this lad.
He’d got a job and was doing well.
I was proud of him and wanted him to stay with me
But he was worried about his family so he came back here.
And now today I’ve come from Karada to bury him.
The grog’s killin your kids
Your putting grog before your kids.
You gotta look after your kids and lovem
They’re your future
I loved this boy with all my heart ,
Now he’s gone.
I’ve come all the way from Karada to bury him.

A shiver past over,
All knew he spoke the truth
The tall solid man from Karada with tears in his eyes expressed why the rope had been tied to a tree.