‘I wouldn’t like
To call you even
When I’m on my
Death bed’, thus beeped
Your ultimatum in the middle
Of the night, waking me up.
The morbid tone upset me,
And as you expected, I gave in.
But now I wonder why didn’t
It strike me then, that I wouldn’t
Be there for you to call when you
Lie there, on your death bed,
Surrounded with children,
Grandchildren and great grandchildren
At the age of 115, wrinkled like a salted mango.
9 comments:
at the age of 115. I shudder at the prospect of being a salted mango.
whah!!! powerful, and the image at the end, the climax, like fireworks ending with a big earth shaking boom!
that was nice arun :) something darn sweet in the end!
salty mango..ufff I dread to think that..but being surrounded by so many kids is a nice imagery so full of love.
AK: May you live till the age of 115, not as a salted mango but as a plump Alphonso :)
Venu Chettan: Thank you very much!
Kalpana: Thanks
Sujataji: May you live a hundred years surrounded by your dearest ones in total happiness.
Even I shudder at the thought of getting 115 years... :-)
And the reply is applicable to you as well Kalpana :)
oh my God! how bitter you are. why shud u hate somesone that badly. the lines towards the end are damn power packed. it gives you a smack on the jaw actually.
Amazing... loved it :)
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