Why I had No Tears To Shed Then ?

The room smelt different

 Was it the burning camphor or

The oil soaked wick

 Dancing in the wind.

The windows were left wide open

 The morning breeze

Trying to snuff and conquer

 The naked flame of the oil lamp.

The House was lit up

 Too bright and

Too crowded

 For that times of the day.

The faint sobbing

 Ebbing from some corner

Hurried steps down the corridors

 Speaking only in Hushed voices

Added more uneasiness to the air

 Then.

She looked calm and blissful

 Sleeping pretty and relieved

I knew instantly

 She would never to come back again to us ever

But why I had no tears to shed then.