sarfaroshi si muhabbet

.... the season s first snow fall  had started,  , he didn't realize he had walked out from the bar   to slowly  reach the roadside bench to sit down on it . some distance away  a  street light struggled  very hard to reach its faint light  to him , moment by moment  the  dripping  night got deeper and deeper,  his innerself  heavily resonated   with the outer  profound  silence 

He was stung to his soul    regretful,  his past memories  rise to such a noisy crescendo he collapsed  onto the ground  pressing his ears hus elbows resting on his  folded knees 

Someone laughed  and kept on laughing  mockingly,  thus was nobody else's but his own  rebuking laugh  mocking  humiliating   himself 

Are you mad 

Asked the couple  walking past the bench  looking at him in sheer surprise