Death Announced her Arrival

An evocative poem by Sumita, in Different Truths. 

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 sugar no salt.

Surely, it would slide down, stay,

Wake me up to one more beautiful 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 despair,

“I’m dying, please 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 tongue sharp, they’ll remember

Me, fiercely independent.

©Sumita Dutta

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