it's a year
since he died
i never thought
i would become a rat
after he died
though i knew
the other three off springs of his
were all cats
the cats when out of their boxes
have today become foxes
you could have got your money
when he was alive
why did you let your chance go by
i never expected this....foxy voice
when he was hospitalized for cancer
every other day we were visited by a counselor
she used to tell me..'for your dads age...you need
to keep him mentally strong for this chemotherapy
that's exactly what i did....though seeing him age
from seventy to ninety in two months was torture therapy
I THANK GOD...my dads mental strength lasted almost till the fag end
till a couple of days before...at midnight
he called me and my sister to say he could not take it anymore
that was the first time i had seen my dad cry......he never cried
not even when my mother died
I THANK GOD...i was not driven to get anything signed off him
it would have been worse than the chemo working on him
the evening before he died the doc to check his stability
called me near him and asked him
MR.LASHMINARAYANAN...do you know who this is.....
he was already surviving under support
his voice never really came out
only his lips and eyes spoke out
'MY SON'' it said.and...that was what he spoke last
Such heart written words my friend, I was touched whilst reading this Sam, it brought back memories of when my father was alive...When he knew he was dying, I was surprised how my dad turned to me..sharing stories from his life that I would have never known.........Thanks for sharing yours buddy..It's a terrible decease Cancer...I know that...I hope your heart recovers my friend....My best wishes are with you.
Thank you for allowing us to witness the beauty of love. I am a care giver to my mother and I know how it feels when God trust you with the care of your parents. My beloved poet, sometimes word fails to tell the story of a moment. But God orchestrates this timeless moments for us to know without a shadow of a doubt that we were loved. Your dad knew his son regardless of his condition. Love prevails even in the midst of sorrow. Bravo for loving him until his last breath. Now go out and live life through your words and continue to celebrate his life.
Its such a beautiful poem of mourning sir! I can feel your emotions and am very much touched by this poem! I could never get over my grand father's death.... even now.... i feel a part me died when he did...so I understand the magnitude of emotion this poem contains! like the vedas say 'narayana sayujyamavaapnoti'!
its a heart wrenching write. nothing is more painful than seening your parents suffer and lose their sense of self. from care givers they become dependent... you are a good son, he knew it. these words will last you a life time. Mamta
ah... you got a heart. i want more to be like you.
It sounds as if he had some empathic and caring people around to help him through it. You wrote of it here with the astute, observant eye of a poet. But I know your heart must have many secret bruises; and I pray that they will heal soon, because of the memory that you were his devoted son and he died even acknowledging that.
An awful death. I've had quite a few close to me die of that disease.My condolences.
Irreparable loss....added with the agony of that foxy voice....sorry for you SL....no words can console you...God bless
Good poets are supposed to make people become emotional, well Samanyan you are obliviously a good poet. I'm very very sorry for this tremendous loss in your life, but with faith in God you will see him Again. A very heartwarming write about your Dad. With the greatest regards to you and your family, your friend Lynn
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A very heart melting true story