She lay there, on her death bed
Eyes piercing, raisin face
Autumn leaves, her skin
Naked tree branches, her bones
I watched with disbelief
Unable to identify this frail image of
My once beautiful granny
Soaking in the inevitable
Speechless by the harsh reality
As hours turn into days
We perform Godana (Utkranti)
Joining hands for her painless journey
To mysterious destinations.
From business writing to writing poems and short stories, Sheetal Agarwal loves penning her thoughts on almost everything.