i tell you about the last journey of my beloved father through a terminal illness.


walking crutch

it was a month in the fall
you walked out of the hospital
a month had elapsed
death tried me taking you away
for ten hours when surgery went on
you were back to life
you opened your eyes
you could not talk
i was numb did not know
right or wrong
my people called me heedless
for when grief gets beyond ,you laugh
out of the hospital 'you walked on crutch
that still stands against the wall
when you are gone.........



Poetry by MIRZA AHMER BEG The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2022-10-31 at 18:05

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