A Soul Never Dies Poem by Tribhawan Kaul

A Soul Never Dies

Rating: 4.5


Her eclipsed face devoid of emotions
near his bedside staring into blank
going through the motions.

His fixed eye staring back
with heavily bandaged head
declared brain dead.

Nurses glancing expectantly
watching her trembling hands
signing on dotted lines
she nods in approval
a tear drop rolls down
watching poignantly
all life support removal.

Not a good sight for a mother to see
yet she wished to felicitate
the flight of a soul to be
till caged in the body
for another birth
a myth
she believed.

Tears refusing to stream, clenching her fists
pulling her own body, a physical wreck
holding her emotions in check
lest her courage gives away
watches his body carted away.

Clinical strategy taking over physical ethos
She reconciled soon with the loss
but could never take off the albatross.*
.
One afternoon,
strange but smiling faces
descended like angels from heaven
at her door with the Dean
young and not too young,
all were terminal cases
but lived to see the day
through harvesting her son's
different tissues and organs.
She believed in the myth
A SOUL NEVER DIES.
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All rights reserved/Tribhawan Kaul

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Organ donations is fast picking up in India. Parents are now coming forward to donate organs of near and dear one who become victim of accidents/terminal diseases.
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Clarence Prince 16 February 2015

But she believed in the myth: A SOUL NEVER DIES. No one can truly say she is wrong: A soul never dies! Thanks for sharing!

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Valsa George 11 October 2013

A very moving write! The agony and helplessness of a mother whose son is declared clincally dead, being removed of the life support system and wheeled away to take out his vital organs! The image of this mother who with trembling hands, signs the document for organ donation will linger long as a monument of maternal grief! In the end she is blessed with the specacle of a few people brought back to life with the shared soul of her son! This deserves a10

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Your touching ink is like a tear fallen on a soulful leaf moving without gravitation through our souls only blown by the wind of time

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Heather Wilkins 30 May 2013

a beautifully written poem. very touching, and a reminder the soul never dies.

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Shahzia Batool 20 January 2013

A soulful write up, full of pathos! ! !

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Tribhawan Kaul

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Srinagar (J & K) India
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