A night that still lives in my memory. |
THE LAST NIGHT I can’t forget the night that’s Still fresh in memory. I remember till this day Its all details gory. Almost thirteen years ago, It was the blackest night That I spent in hospital With a foreboding fright. She, my wife, had been in bed For full thirty three days. Of saving her were now left No more medical ways. Both of us were doctors and We knew it rather well That now her end was near, though Doctors did not so tell. That was the night when she lost The power of her speech Apparently, up to her My voice, too, could not reach. I kept on talking to my Almost unconscious wife, Telling her not to worry, We would meet in next life. I told her I won’t marry. She kept looking at me. I was sure that she did not Understand word any. Then I said that after her, I would stop dying hair. I was shaken when she did Act in a manner rare. On her pillow she shook her Head hard from side to side, Telling me not to do so. By that I did abide. But, that instant I knew that She had been listening Whatever I had told her, Even though not speaking. Now I know I had conveyed My thoughts as, me, she left. Her memories are fresh though, Of her, I am bereft. • Written in abcb, 7-6-7-6 syllabic format. M C Gupta 18 March 2009 |