Death is a charter on stone
Connate with life, the place is predetermined.
One has to submit to it without demur.
Death is a stigma that sticks through life;
And shadows life without ever being erased.
Life hangs on to death
Like a drop of dew to a leaf’s apex.
Yet, life is nobler than death
And one has to fight unto the last moment.
O dear body! Don’t wail!
A grim silent war wages within, you are unaware
A tumour silently crept into the cells.
Death might be on the wings like a kite
Or, ready to pounce like a cheetah in the thicket,
But, you kindle life … back to fire.
O dear body! Don’t grieve.
Don’t dab in tears the swelling emotions within.
Don’t make me crazy crying for corporal beauty
Instead of comeliness of life.
Yet, my darling! This is a vain affliction.
Will there be a surrogate body sleeping where I was?
Will another frame adorn my attire and ornaments?
And in your warm hands that seize me, will there be…?
Oh! What silly noxious thorny thoughts fill my mind
Smarting me sharper than reality,
Whichever way I turn in my bed!
No. No. I am not dead.
It’s more a fear for treatment, than fear for life.
Darling! What can I say?
The bosom that hugged you dearly each day
Might be missing, but not the heart behind;
When children feel for the cuddle
Your fatherly bosom stands in for mine;
In the trail of chemos and radiations
Whatever happened within,
Hair dropped down like powder, without.
Yet my loveliness…
The loveliness of my heart did not cease.
I did not decease as yet.
Forget about the beauty…
Every time the body resisted
It threw up guts with vengeance.
Darling! Pray! Save me!
Show me an easier and better alternative.
The thoughts that swing like a pendulum to and fro
Are scarier than nightmares.
Is there no exception for virtuoso artists?
Won’t the days when I ruled the roost return?
Behind that visual beauty
There lies that dream-eating Cancer worm
There was something wrong somewhere
The baby is yet to learn babbling
And the eldest son is hardly ten
O, God! Please don’t curse my children.
Don’t alienate for the greenhorns
Their mother from them
Don’t leave this body with a pain,
More painful than death itself.
There is no room for fear.
In this life of Snakes and Ladders,
how can we afford not repairing the impaired steps?
How long can we go on wailing vainly
As if we were afflicted with a weeping sickness?
Even if our moments are numbered,
How can we live dying each moment,
Until we actually do?
My beloved body!
Come on! Blossom!
Fill those cells with spirit and eyes with confidence
Be the weapon
That doesn’t give a hoot to thousand tumours.
Beat the drum of life
Sending shivers across the decrees of death.
(To the sufferers from Breast Cancer)
Dr. K. Geeta
Born in 1970 at Jaggampet of East Godavari District of Andhra Pradesh. Dr. Geeta Madhavi is a PG in Telugu and English Literature and did her Ph.D. in Telugu Literature in 2004 from the Andhra University. She is very popular and widely published poet. She has 3 volumes of poetry in Telugu to her credit and bagged several notable awards for her work. She also runs her blogs : http://kalageeta.wordpress.com; http://kgeeta.blogspot.in/ and http://21stcenturytelugu.blogspot.in/. She contributes regularly to many web magazines. She lives in Mountainview, CA, USA.
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