That wretched doctor who took my life,
I curse him from beneath the grave,
Oh, how he said cancer is to blame,
After operating me for tumor, what a shame!
Oh, how my daughter cried,
As she saw me rapidly fade,
And my sons gave up their dreams,
Too soon, they had responsibilities to take,
Then, there’s this magical little girl,
Whom I never got to meet,
She has my eyes, my nose,
And a small part of my soul,
She stares into my photo and says,
As if I can hear her pray,
“Everything would have been different,
If… if only, you were alive.”
Damn! Her wishes keep me awake,
Pondering, wondering, screaming,
‘What if I had a few more years to live?’
There’s no resting in peace.
NaPoWriMo Day 8. Monolouge of a dead person.
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Very well crafted Shreya .. ❤️ my mom is a cancer survivor n is going through some emotional roller coaster.. this poem somewhere pinched a bit 😣
I hope she’s strong and thriving now. Cancer can be really harsh.
Yeah it’s emotionally draining ..the treatment, the life expectancy etc .. she’s ok or appears to be so. Its tough for us around ..
Take care. 🤗🤗❤️❤️ Sending you loads and loads of hugs and love. ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️
Very skilfully framed…cancer is one of the harshest disease
True… So glad you liked it. ❤️
Shreya how you tell you how versatile you’re as a writer.
This poem is again so strong and how it instantly makes us connect to the characters and make us feel pity for their tragic end.
Thank you so much, Rashmi. You always manage to make me smile. ❤️❤️❤️ Love you soooooo damn much. ♥️♥️♥️♥️
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Thank you so much! ♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️💖💖💖💖💖💖
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Best Insurance
A Dead Parent Will
Leave to
A Child is
Love That
Breathes on
Enough to Keep
Other
HeARTS Warm
With SMiles Shreya
This Way A Dead
Person’s
Monologue
Spreads to Dialogues🌊😊
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