The watch

 By Lukhi Hansda

 The watch,
 Wore by my father,
 The watch has stopped.
 So surreal.
 It stopped ticking.
 
 The watch he wore,
 I saw the time when it has stopped,
 Kinda match the time,
 I cried.
 
 Looking over,
 it's little broken,
 Like I known before,
 Never wanted it to stop.
 
 But it has stopped beating,
 Already.
 
 I can't do nothing,
 Just want to see the time ticking around,
 Someday.
 
 In hope of it ticking I left,
 Seeing it in corner of the room,
 Looking for its owner.
 Never will be found again.
 
 Yet if it want to tick again,
 With the memories of him,
 I choose to let him hear the heartbeat...
 And...
 Next day I wore the watch.