Is he a superman?
How did he do this?
How could he… do this?
Does anyone think he had it in him?
This level of endurance,
Capacity to tolerate the unending tortures
Self-inflicted or even self-consumed
A lone man
Encircled by layers and layers of
Unbroken chains of moments,
Days, nights, weeks, months
Year after year, after year, after…
Surrounded by never ending
Powerful suffocating situations,
The lone man felt insignificant
Like a scrawny Jew
Begging for his life in front of Nazi guns
Like a blade of grass being tossed around
… But, he had no idea
He had the tolerance of a superman!
Even a single moment of his lonely life
And times gone by
Years of sinful separation
Unbearable heaviness of carrying an unfair heart
Inside his chest
Each such moment
Had power to blow away his breath
Or stub his life out
With a careless stamp of a giant’s shoe
He looks up in awe,
What is this magic about?
Who did this?
Where have those impossible
Snarling snaring days gone?
How did his life turn around?
Without Harry’s magic wand
Now… that life has turned around
Will it matter how it happened
Who did this?
And what was the reason for it to happen
But for him…
Life was beautiful again
So beautiful, that it had never been…
He does not remember feeling so happy
Light hearted, carefree, unconcerned… ever
He claims this is the best phase of his life
He is not even bothered if this will last or…
How long will be the life of this new life
He is not concerned because
He feels for the first time ever
He is in control
He knows he is going to make it work
This time there are no alternates
No excuses, no pressures
No one can deprive him of this bliss.
Now or ever