Death Bed

She lay there, on her deathbed

Eyes piercing, raisin face

Autumn leaves, her skin

Naked tree branches, her bones

I watched her 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 Godaana(Utkranti).

Joining hands for her painless journey

To mysterious destinations