Treasure Island

hasmukh amathalal

(17/05/1947 / Vadali, Dist: - sabarkantha, Gujarat, India)

Till his last


I saw you breathing last
You were sinking very fast
I saw some unfinished thrust
As you smiled at me with trust

“Yes love, I am nearing to grave “
His eyes were reassuring me to behave
He was to be no more in this selfish world
Many times he had held my hands to be told

He wanted to bid me farewell
In no uncertain terms to tell
“He shall be leaving for heavenly abode”
That was only place where he wished to see the God

I see him sinking still deep
I cry but silently keep
Composure and mental peace
As it may make him to feel at unease

I wonder and feel so bad
He had not taken even slice of bread
He will stare at me and down the head
The death message was already read

He wanted me to his bedside
Whisper something in ear to confide
”loose no faith and devote on work”’
“You have nothing to worry” were his last words

I fear vacuum and lonely life
“It will be difficult line”
I loose no hope and look at him
We had so for worked as team

I feel like weeping freely
Yet can’t do it readily
He is still breathing fast
I shall see him till his last

Submitted: Tuesday, September 03, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, September 03, 2013

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