Is this Life?

I thought I was late.
The body of a young boy.
I had met him once before.
Cruel accident.

She stood there.
She is the sister. Elder.
Old friends watching her.
Eyes swollen. A brave face.

They sat there grieving
Friends, family
Finding it difficult to swallow

The thought. The goose bumps.
The flashes. People near and dear.
Anyone can go. Anytime

Will move on.
She. Us. They. Everyone.
Life ends. Life continues.

Why? Why?
No one has an answer.
No one will ever have.

May young Farhad Wadia’s soul rest in peace