Thousand Deaths! Poem by Roopa Menon

Tear drops were puzzled,
Torn between grief and sacrifice,
From a mother's eyes,
That witnessed her only son,
Valiantly struggling,
Breathing his last moments,
On which she clung,
With all hope and love.
Eyes reddened,
Lost and tired,
A parched throat,
Wailing with pain,
She ran about insane,
Begged and cried,
For her dear child's life.
When fell upon her ears,
Some young pitiable lives,
Almost extinguished,
Awaiting a flame,
Which she could light,
And a mother's heart did fight,
To accept the truth,
And she let them take,
His heart, liver, kidneys and eyes,
To light up,
The four unknown lives.
She dropped on her knees,
And sunk her face,
In his tiny arms.
Her dear child is gone
She wept bitterly
At her inability,
At her decision,
To make which,
She had to die,
A thousand deaths!

[This poem is dedicated to the Parents of Aditya of Hyderabad, India who decided to donate the organs of their dear son who was brain dead
after a fall from their building terrace]