The Dear Departed

Hospital bed

A hospital without hospitality
The abode of mourning
Where death lingers.

When there was a-
Certain slant of light
His breath succumbed.

O how I strove!
To spit it out
Our sire’s parting,

To my faraway brother.
Fearing his Feeling, paused
I, to hear.

Phew, he didn’t stagger-
Provided ease – amidst the
Murmur of mourning.

By Siddhu Tekur


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