Touch and Go
The girl has reached the terminal
cancer creeping within her tender lungs
the drowsy eyes decline to close
lest the final sleep comes crawling
steals the beautiful world from her.
She hears a distant whisper wafts near
flowing on feeble breath telling the lungs
don’t give up yet, together let’s fight
construct the edifice of hope bit by bit
albeit the unsure mind can’t hold for long.
The girl knowing the battle is uncertain
she would surely lose, tells her mother
freeze me and keep me in a cold chamber
in the frail state of suspended animation
the way you nurtured me once in your womb .
I would live within the dubious domain
between the swathes of life and death
until they find a cure for deadly cancer
I would then sprout from hibernation
and bloom again in my beautiful garden.
April 9, 2021
Title Chosen : Touch And Go
Contest : This Or That Vol 1
Sponsor : Edward Ibeh
Copyright © Subimal Sinha-Roy | Year Posted 2021
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