The Dark Descends Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Dark descends

Thursday, March 1,2018
10: 38 AM

I cried a lot
And silently fought
Over the issue
That was all of sudden and to be viewed

She closed the eyes forever
Left me behind to bother
About the void created
And to be bravely tackled

She had warned just before death
I will have few more days to breathe
Just handle well the situation
Raise no unnecessary questions

I grasped no hint
And showed little respect
She was cautioning me
About the reality

Her face rushes with blurred vision
I can see her expression
She blinks in disbelief
I look at her and get some relief

She might have noticed
That I evinced little interest when she was dead
I tried to read on her expressions
It was dead message and showed no confusion