Without Him

With all due respect to Feminists (well, I too qualify to be one, but not an extreme case. At least I hope I'm not. Only friends n fly would be able to confirm that) here's a poem on what it is to be without Him. Yes, you can also say Her, or even It for that matter; for now lets go beyond the grammar & punctuation and focus on the essence of the poem.

Who is 'Him' you ask? Well, you are free to relate to the 'Him' in way you like. It can be God, father, mother, friend, lover, brother, sister..... the choice is yours!

Without Him

The night without its stars
The morning without the sun
The brook without its gurgle
Like the snow in the sun.

The bird without its chirp
The flower without its scent
The grass without its colour
Like a spider without its web.

The guitar without its strings
The drum without its beat
The flute without its music
Like the trumpet without a peep.

The air without the wind
The thunder without its roar
The dog without its tail
Like a fish out of water.

Like a canvas without paint
Like a monsoon without the rains
Like a tree without roots
Like a dry leaf in the sun.