Revisiting the letter to Mother on Death Bed- Part Seven

After 48 hour flirtation with
Private nursing home ICU
You are again back to the pavilion
Our Rainbow Nagar Home.
Seduced by the good intentioned advice,
An aggressive intervention of nutrients
Through hi-tech medicines/drugs
Might revive your sagging cells,
I drove you to the clinic
On Saturday night.
Did it help you or harm you?
I don’t know.
I can only pray that
Your prolonged suffering
Must come to an end
The Sooner it ends, it’s better for you
Foolishly, feverishly I believed,
Some miracle would take place.


For Nearly 36 hours, you were
Placed on huge dose of medicinal nutrients,
That’s what their monetary value show on paper,
Did it really do anything better good for you?
Was it more food to your body
Lacking nutrients for a fortnight.
But your suffering
Provided food for my thought
Continual, periodic cry
During the last fortnight,
Has made me light,
And provided me the necessary strength for my survival.
I know I have not applied
My reasoned Power to
Handle you during the crisis period.
The cruel and wicked fate,
Delayed and denied the special ward.
Lack of support from people drove us out.
We should have got asylum
At private clinic at that time.
But alas, we both were unstable
Wallowing In past,
About Cumulative lapses in the past.
I couldn’t look forward
Confidently to the future,
An optimistic future.
Post G.H. bungling,
Had its own ramifications on
Your nutrient department,
Depleting your energy line
Sapping the very existence itself.
I was too naïve and foolish
To act fast
And allowed the moments
To pass in a laissez-faire way.