MOTHER AND DEATH

Mother and Death

People say your time had come,

you died the best way

without troubling anybody

Without much suffering

You were fine the night before,

Talked to daughters and 

had your medicines

Your kind of death is a much aspired and coveted one, 

people get paralyzed and grow immobile, people suffer and make others suffer.

With a mother, logic and theories

hardly work, I only thought that

I will never see that beloved face again,

coming home, nobody will ask 

me to eat my food fast and then grow finicky over a shabby house

nobody will call 

me five times to come back soon

from the market,nobody will ask me to 

get blouses, pain balm, ear drop and

slippers for her, I will not know 

how to live,

without fighting for a sacrificing and

suicidal mother,who had become silent at some point of time longing for love and care,and growing indifferent

to life ,knowing that nobody had time 

and heart enough to love her.