My Dying Aunt. Poem by Arfa Iris

i visited my sick aunt thrice.
every visit, a shocking surprise,
i couldn't believe my own eyes.
since a month she is bed-ridden.
her face pale & eyes sunken.
i can't express, how terrible i, felt,
when at her bedside, i knelt,
couldn't believe this is the woman,
who worked with body dead-beaten.
the lady who lived like a lancer,
now she is being eaten up by cancer.
the one who even helped strangers,
is now being helped by others.
who never cared for rest,
every little work who did with zest.
who is so pious & calm,
dawn to dusk who preached islam.
who is hafiz & good preacher,
for us, the best religious teacher.
day & night who did recitation
& stopped wrong doings, without hesitation.
who is so simple & religious,
now here she lay delirious.
who never missed a single prayer,
now she turned too frayer.
day & night who recited quran,
now cant even reply azaan.
i just cant believe,
that in few days she will leave.