Four Poem by Aparna Chatterjee

Four



Morning
Afternoon
Evening
Night

Four times
He called
Every day
To say that
He was alright
And to check if
His parents were
Okay....

But now
Even though
His parents
Don't feel okay,
And will probably
Never feel alright
He's not there
To call them
Morning, afternoon
Evening and night
'Cause he has
Vanished into thin
Air, after putting up
A deadly fight to dodge
Death's lethal bite, but
When his chest felt tight,
He went out of sight,
Boarding life's final flight.

Tuesday, November 12, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: demise
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Recently, one of our relatives died at the young age of 49. He had 5 heart attacks the day he died. He was hospitalised the day before his death as he was feeling unwell. He was very devoted to his parents and despite being a family man (with a wife and a son)and also a surgeon and a Colonel in the army, he always kept in touch with his parents, no matter wherever he got posted. His parents were remembering how diligently he used to call them up 4 times every day, just to see if they were okay and talk to them as he loved them and missed them very much.
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