Amos

How utterly shocking it was 
To see his smile fading like a flower 
Withering in summer's hot sun, 
He who with his ‘Good Morn' would pause 
‘Pon delivering office papers 
And daily supply of goodwill 
With his customary broad smile 
Only to melt soon as a moon 
Might behind monsoon's grey clouds, 
And dissolve unto his work; 
A smiling mobile face 
It seems is a forgotten grace. 
And hard it was to imagine 
Him in a hospital bed, but he was. 

No, it was not the dark gloom 
That enveloped his bed and room, 
His searching, sinking eyes, 
Nor yet the milieu all around, 
Nor even a sunken, gaunt face, 
I was struggling to trace 
That ubiquitous smile in vain 
I hoped would surface despite pain. 
But amidst the surrounding dread, 
A forlorn face sunk further in bleak bed! 
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Amos, he worked with me in my last job— a sincere, diligent hand, smiling as if forever. I recall one day we heard the shocking news that his kidneys were sinking. The company gave some help and colleagues contributed towards medical expenses, but the treatment was long drawn, and he opted for VRS and left. The poem describes the scene at hospital bed. It has Hopkins's Sprung Rhythm. 

Reminiscing | 03.10.08 |

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