The Rest Of Our Lives Poem by Procyon Mukherjee
The Rest Of Our Lives
Tip-toeing I kept her glasses and the phone
But she raised her head
And my heart on a quiver missed a beat
She was about to rest
But her mind, rising above the morphine
Did its work, in spite
A few moments from then
May be, it is a refuge
In eternity, seeking the rest of our lives
Monday, October 14, 2024
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The last moments with my mother
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