Death's Intention Poem by Sankhajit Bhattacharjee

Death is standing at the door-
it is not progressing towards the patient's bed
to curb one with its ever dirty hands.
The patient's relations are waiting too-
they never know whether death will advance sooner or later:
their lives have become standstill,
though they are breathing, though their hearts are beating.
If death pounces soon,
within few days all will become normal;
if it attacks later,
the lives of patient's relatives will be full of tension and agony.
Death is teasing them by playing a tricky game-
it is advancing towards the patient
and then moving back without touching:
none can understand its intention.

I am the bloody witness of this game,
my mother's mother is the patient!