For the last time on 1st September in ICU bed, I met
My Rita in Ramaiya Hospital was in the subconscious state
I addressed her ‘Rita, Oh my dear Rita' open your eyes
With great hope, I came here to see you; try to recognize
You were exhausted; with your best effort opened a little bit
Inconsolably started sobbing; understood it, the last visit!
For two days more, in the same way, a subconscious state
But carbon dioxide gas filled the body at its highest rate
Debu informed me on the fourth Sept, ‘Baba' no more hope
Mother responded but was proceeding to Heavenly abode
At 4.22 PM, standing by her head, my son responded in loud
‘Father' there is no more my loving mother, atop he cried out
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem