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The Last Leaf

(View from St. Francis' Hospice's Main Entrance, The Hall Broxhill Road, Romford 11/12/2018)

Silent night and lonely path...
the leaves are withering, one by one just as her breath.
She breathes slowly- once at a time...
slowly and slower...her breath fading into the air.
As long as she is warm, life is there
and I am here- by her bedside just as I promised.

(penned on 11/12/2018 at around 11pm, My precious friend whom I fondly called Logi, died the next night 12/12/2018 at 10.02pm because of cancer)

The Last Leaf

and the last leaf withered,
so is her breath...peacefully...gently...

looking at me calmly and nodded the final goodbye,

 as I was half-way chanting,
The holy Hindu hymn, 'Sivapuranam'.

 I know I have to finish the verses...and I did.

Rest in peace my dearest friend. I will miss you.
    
This poem is dedicated to all who has lost the battle to cancer and those who continues the fight and the ones who have conquered it. To all the families, my heart goes out to you. Grieve always comes in waves. At times it feels as if life is returning to normal, and then every so often the gruesome feelings are a resurgent of a range of emotions- missing, sorrow, guilt, anger, pain, unease and agony.


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Susilan said…
Nice poem sis. 😍👍🏽
1:41 pm
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