Revisiting the letter to Mother on Death Bed - Part Five

To continue my letter,
I read once again what I have
Written thus far,
A welcome cry followed, I am not sure,
For how long, this God given medicine
I will administer on myself
To sustain my life on Earth.

Eleven days have gone
Since you have fallen on
The Ground.
Your steel like body frame,
All the good acts you have
Performed, in this birth,
Have stood in good stead.


All through your life,
You have never visited hospital
Previous falls in the village
In the Distant past,
Did bother you for some time.
Like a vibrant economy,
You always recovered from those
Recessions!
Now, we are afraid,
You have entered into a
Serious heightened depression like
Phase, after your quick
Retrieval from ICU and surgery ward
Given your age (ripened)
The skeleton frame, (yet withstanding the stress)
And the nature of the fall, (a savage one indeed)
You could come out of the
Initial crisis, effortlessly,
Much to our amazement and joy.
But your critical inability
To come out of your disabilities
Worries us and dims our hope
Only on occasions, you were
Confined to bed.



Even after heavy meal, you used to remain awake
And also resort to some work;
But now,
Negotiating this long confinement to bed
Is indeed a Herculean task.
Despite CT scan saying ‘clear’
B.P reading trumpeting’ normal’
ECG echoes a rhythmic beat
And sugar has not yet tasted you,
You are not coming back to
Normalcy.