The Demise of Mrs Dutt

About feeling the death pangs

 

The demise of Mrs Dutt

The woman was dying

On the low bed,

narrow

The smell of death

So poignant it was....

She was waiting

Everyone, her own race

Waiting for the spectacle of death.

She lay there old enough to die

Of course,no one doubted

Discussions vivid on colourful

Deaths of the century

Was too provident.

She stared at not exactly anything

Eyes open and still but the

Eyeballs unmoved

But she was still alive.

They came and go

To hear the obvious

It was taking much time.

The lady cold as fish

Dead but not yet with grey

Eyes a slow heart bit

Even slower as time proceeded

The little girl beside

With her hand gripping the

Old lady's palm,like a dead

Leaf,wrinkled,light ,

bloodless

Hopeful to listen to any

Whisper,

last words ....

She stayed patiently.

The news was in the air

People came for a final look

Eating sweets,water

and gone

With a look of pity

Repentation at the oncoming

Demise .the obvious cause

To console the family

But the lady lay there

Not dead yet not living though

With her stone eyes

Dead leaf into her legacy's hand.

Was she thinking of past!

Her bonny days,her love,babies

Now human beings

Was she listening to the discussions bout her death!

Feeling jolly on the descriptions

Of her own cremation.....

She was not dead

They thought her gone for good

Yet she was alive

What a humiliation for her

The death was creeping into her

Veins slowly as snail.

No way it could be ended fast.

Time counts.

People around were impatient

To make the scenario now.

Well practiced,of tears,of incence sticks, 

new dress for the dead

The glass car with garlands

Drying in the sun.....

The lady at the proper age to die

Helpless,embarrassed at her

Late departure....

Her yellow dry palm like dead flower 

was still in her hand

The beloved grandchild

The only naive who wanted

Her to stay,

and not let her go

Weeped very quietly

Silly child they said.

And the sky was vermillion

It was dusk

the birds

Back to their nest

And the lady stayed

Now mute as an antique piece

Cold as ice,her hairs grey,

Discreet as looped rope

She looked like a wretched

Witch, the kid was scared in darkness....

A light breath still could be

Felt.

She was trying to go

Earnestly she tried

One more glance at the room

And the eyes settled on her grand Child.the palm fibbled shiver into hers.....

The lips opened a bit.

She wanted to utter last words

She was thirsty

The kid gave a spoonful

And the room was full

With the celebrations of death

No one noticed but the kid

She shied ,a big attempt for air

The lizard told tik tik tik

The owl crooned

And she left....

There she lay same as dawn

She lay same at dusk as usual

Forlorn.......

But now they relaxed,

She was now an old attire

Torn inside,small and light

Lifeless.........

now completely dead.

Reviews

[Victor Gamma]

So many emotions in this description of the death process. I assume it was someone you know? Death involves and impacts so many people.