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a dying person has lots of concerns,this is the poem about the feelings of a dying person

Submitted:Dec 19, 2012    Reads: 18    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   

Some unkept promises ,some unsaid words

Some concerns that wasnt shown.


Doctor say sorry we cannt do anything more,

to save you from the monster of tomb

My mind immediately jump out from that hospital room

into the world of concerns.

"papa I need laptop".

"papa I need guitar".

How my kids would manage without me

to whom they would look upto in the times of need

"I dnt like the morning tea without you".

"my day dnt end nicely without talking to you"

How my wife will spend her time

she wnt enjoy her bed tea and gossip session at night.

How unlucky I am

I wnt be able to see my kids growing young

How my daughter will look at day of her wedding

What my son would become,yes definately a respectable men

Oh! I forget to tell her

that bills are still to be paid


Oh god how they will manage all without me

My sickness is not so painful

as are my concerns!!

(eyes closed)

The sound of her steps and chit chat of my kids

bring me back to world I am going to leave

"Come my kids I want to hug you tight

Listen,papa is going for some work and will come late

so in mean time manage your things well and take care of your name

I know your are brave and will live upto the mark"

My eyes shifted to her

she was quiet and I have no consoling words for her

I hug her and said "love you my love"

after this silence prevails................


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