The Last Lonely Days
Finally the moment came.
The last enormous effort to breathe out your life
The last heaves and sigh
Your mild eyes that were caressed by your eyelids
For the last time they were put to sleep
I was not there Ma, when all of these happened
Did you look for me? Were you restless
Not finding your ever reliable arms, your dearest of treasures?
I know not
At that very moment I was tossing feverishly upon my own bed
Far away from the hospital where you were laid
Three days ago you writhed and motioned us to release you
From the chains of all those tracheal tubes, monitors
And all other things
They didn’t allow you to talk
I understood what you were trying to say
But so helpless was I Ma, I was helpless
I stood watching you how they lulled you into submission
Ma, now you are free, now sleep so long as you wish
Copyright © Prasenjit Banerjee | Year Posted 2016
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.
Please
Login
to post a comment