Are we done now!! He shouted above the noise of the crowds in the cafe.
Are we done now!! kept repeating his cries, no one looked towards him, every sipper of coffee kept sipping and talking, some were alone
talking on their phones and others were reading their fortunes in the
hand of tomorrow.
Are we done!! He said it in desperate tone, sounded like he was going
to sob his sorrow on the foot of the day.
Now he is standing on the table and punching the air with his fists,
like a boxer in the ring he kept punching hollow men and beings, he
slowed down and collapsed as if being struck with an uppercut.
Mumbled in the silent cafe, empty chairs and swept away dreams of
I am done now….