My Ramblings

I wonder what he would wonder Up above in the sky. A doom for treachery, a sigh of relief. Or cry for the people who cry for him. I wonder what he would say. Sitting elsewhere how to Tell those pallbearers they are not Carrying my soul anywhere. I wonder what he would say To the funeral party. Not to fret but to enjoy. Sadness too much to ask for anyways. I wonder what he would look down at. A eulogy in silence or A praise of wisdom or hope For loved ones who will miss him. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------

“What’s that? Talk?”, my grandfather snorted. “It’s a talk Grandpa. With the Prime Minister. Where he talks to a journalist. In this case Sharma . And maybe just maybe take questions from the audience. I know you have many. You know I could ask him if I pull the lucky straw.” “Pffft….”, he started to mumble, “Questions… They are for naïve young bloods like you. I wish someone asked why were people like him, politicians ever created?” He pulled out a hundred-rupee note and dangled it in front of me. That mean furtive smile. I was not falling for the dare. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The prompt is word "TALK" and 100 words at TSN .