‘Cheers’, I shout
‘Cheers’ they echo;
My beloved friends.
Drunken revelry,
The unfathomable
Depths of friendship,
‘Count on me, buddy’
Promises, terrific bonding,
Silly misunderstandings,
Tearful reunions…
And at last, a farewell
Quite unsuitable for the
Boisterous life I lead, but
Truly complementing the
Indifferent coldness of a hospital
And the complex mess of wires
And tubes that surrounds me
In solemn attendance,
Adieu friends, here I go, alone!
6 comments:
no boisterous farewell for the last journey. how true. loved it.
The end- it reminded me of the movie " All that Jazz". Arun watch it if you haven't yet seen.
beautiful poem, Arun. but i have seen my father taking his sense of humour to the final moment in the hospital bed. i was too young to understand the dimension of that quality then.
Terrific, Arun! But then, it needn't necessarily happen there, you know. How about the top of a snow-clad mountain and slowly freezing away?
Last week a friend of mine died. He was a Conservator of Forests. He died with a massive cardiac arrest while boozing with his friends; now, how about that?
Kalpana: Yes, when the call comes one leaves, all alone!
AK: I haven’t, I will sure get it, thanks!
Venu Chettan: Sorry to hear that. The news of the death of my former CD/Boss a couple of days ago made me write it.
Balan Sir: As I’ve already mentioned, I was responding to the death of my former CD/Boss. Though I was not present at the hospital, my friend had called just 1 hour prior to the death saying that there was no hope; it was multiple organ failure.
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