By Sarah Khan
Somewhere up shit’s creek in a barbed wire canoe,
Looking up at the sky with appealing eyes
Her breaths got faster.
And every breath
Held an immortal learning of the mortal life.
As she bowed to her unanswered prayers,
Like a fish out of water
Her soul shuddered
Of all the scars holding her intact
With the fear of death
A holy path of all living creatures.
In the memories of the bygone past,
The moments of her pride
Hit her hard
With regrets of unfulfilled promises
Those unsaid words were shouting
Into her soul
‘Time flies like a wink’
She confessed.
Beating the cancer with an ample of hopes,
Her struggle was on the run.
Whispering the meaning of life
Of whose presence made her braver
No pain can take its claim on her divine spirit
You don’t sign to luck and know
Not she.
With the falling hairs in chemotherapy
The shooting stars mumbled,
‘Falling can be pretty’
Realized she
That cigar and tobacco and a glass of wine
To pick up, consume and promote
No more.
A healthy routine prevents obesity
But a fast food freak was she
The pain that had been concealed before
Was now awakening others about early diagnosis
Never did her acts haunt her but once,
Her hand rested on mine
That feeling of togetherness
Is never again.
By Sarah Khan
Comentários