O' Death! ! Poem by Sphoorthi Padmini Rangarajan

The prick of unbearable loss of loved ones,
Is more painful than the prick of a needle.
The suffering that one under goes,
Makes a strong one also feeble.
The heart stops in jiffy
The mind acts like iffy
Day before the loss looks clear and bright
All of a sudden the onset of gloomy night
Blown out roof, worn out kitchen,
All that pitch in
Friends and relatives
Pat on back
Mom and Dad lay in ice pack
Left only with questions with no answers
It's all the game of cancer
Why me? ? Why only me? ?
All pass through the stage
In turns, it is they or we
Thank the eyes that weep on the departure of dear ones
What if I go…..
Will there be any eye to weep for me? ? ? ?