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Death Bed
Death Bed
1 min
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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
