Death Announced her Arrival

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An evocative by Sumita, in . 

Death announced her arrival.

No silent whispers in my ears;

No, the clarion call was loud and clear.

My guts burnt; I hardly ate but puked.

Doctors bled my wallet white;

Prescribed pills rent body and mind.

I’ve taken care to cook a broth

A thin gruel, no no salt.

Surely, it would slide down, stay,

Wake me up to one more day,

But there, again over the sink, I sway.

“I’m dying,” I’ve told my family and friends,

They negate, know not what to say.

My three sons living abroad, nod

Over phones, murmur they’ll visit soon.

Kindness pats my shoulder, squeezes my hand,

A warm embrace; I think they care.

But at 2:30 am, when I contact in ,

“I’m dying, take me to hospital…”

In their best interest, they cut my call.

My servant, loyal shadow till the end,

Tows me to a dignified final farewell.

Eighty-seven years I’ve walked this Earth

Mind and sharp, they’ll remember

Me, fiercely independent.

©Sumita Dutta

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Sumita Dutta

Sumita Dutta

A lifelong bookworm and a graduate of Fine Arts from Chitrakala Parishath, Bangalore, Sumita Dutta enjoys most art-forms avidly. She has worn a number of hats – parent coordinator handling admissions, teaching O and AS level English, editor, publisher, photographer, manipulating digital images, designer, team leader for an IT start-up, PRO, sales rep and more. Her poetry, prose, photography, and art can be found on a number of sites on the web.
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