(137) The Color Of Death (Silssa 1983 - 99) Poem by premji premji

(137) The Color Of Death (Silssa 1983 - 99)

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It’s dawn now. The slanting rays of the morning light fall on the window sill. I have to go now, to the world of medicines, drips, ivy’s and blood.
I walked near it…As I put the first foot, I heard the cry of agony which spread over my mind like my ‘dove dress’ spread with blood. I went to my wards…Fifteen rooms…appeared to me as fifteen prisons…with inmates waiting for their destiny…Either to life or to…no... I don’t want to fill it up…

As I pushed the first door, I saw him sleeping…smiling face with his little finger in his mouth…I didn’t want to break a three year olds dream… but my duty is forcing me. I took his finger out from mouth. He started and opened his little eyes…his eyes – without eyebrows and eyelashes – coming to know the cruel reality from sweet unreality. I felt his lips are ready to put his agony out.

I found a small vein in his hand, which had accepted injections thrice of his age. I slowly inserted the needle as he broke into tears, calling his mother. His tears made everything upside down. As I lost the vein, I had to take it back. Blood came out and it fell on my hand. I didn’t wipe, I left it there…

Now, I am her to appear again the same act. This time I prayed and inserted the needle. His cries are still there, but only weeping…now…
As the Ivy started flowing, I knew, he is back to his world. I came out, still my mind in him. I walked to the next room. I knew, I…never to stop this…I am here to follow…may God’s wish is this… I knew, he has given me a duty…saving lives…

But, I don’t know, still why this white dress represents black: the color of death!

Silssa (1983 – 1999)

My sister wrote this story in the first week of July 1999. She wrote it with great pain as she couldn’t hold pen. The bones in here body were becoming spongy very fast. But by God’s grace, she completed it. I got this manuscript from her small book which she kept along always, within that she used to write ‘NARAYANA’, the name of God! God is also a very selfish, whatever he likes, of others, he grabs it without any mercy!

Christina Phan 26 June 2009

awwww im srry i want to cry well done 10+++

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Indira Babbellapati 26 June 2009

just a month ago, a young boy of 19 succumbed to kidney failure...my 'just a mother' is about his mother...the solace is we took a conscious decision of not hospitalizing the boy. Thank god, he left ythis world without further torture to his body in the name of hospitalization!

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Catrina Heart 26 June 2009

The color of death that we all knew that it will come to us in due time. But reading these pieces make my heart squeeze to death.

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Surya . 26 June 2009

those whom god loves most he calls early. be happy that way. what else can i say surya

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Kranthi Pothineni 26 June 2009

Very well expressed how painful one feels. Very well written.

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Priyanka Bhowmick 27 June 2009

really God is selfish.. he takes away the lives of innocents rather than killing sinners. Your sister had gr8 potentiality in writing.. n u shud be happy she exposed her skills before moving away.

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Ravi Sathasivam 27 June 2009

Very well written. Also expressed how painful one feels. beautiful.

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Nooruddeen Mm 26 June 2009

It is the page torn out from her heart Can't you see the blood stains at the edges of this page…

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Ency Bearis 26 June 2009

the color of pain is well expressed....

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Sarwar Chowdhury 26 June 2009

ahhh! ! ................. well writen indeed! 10+

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