By Tanya Manpreet
"On the day my mother
Was supposed to die
They woke me up at 6
To say my final goodbye.
I, too sure
Of having woken up in the wrong world
Too confused:
“Did I wake up in the right home though?”
Here a drowsy crowd
Of sad looking giggling women
Surrounded me
Sipping their early morning tea.
Women who,
At an ungodly hour
Waited for me to decide
How I wanted to say my last godly goodbye.
So I went back to sleep.
An error had been made
A mistake of fate
Wrong doors had been opened
Wrong houses had been entered
Fates make mistakes?
Turns out they do
Human fates could be human too.
Much to the disgust of
Sad looking women
Sipping on their teas
Lamenting the kismat of
A dying mother
For having a daughter
who would rather
Sleep instead of
Bidding a good mother
Her final goodbye.
The day my mother
was about to die
They woke me up at 11
To say that final goodbye
I, unsure
still checking for a loophole
Had to say goodbye.
Now I walk around in a world
Where human fates
Make no mistakes
And nor do they forgive any.
Where worlds collide
And no homes survive
When good mothers
Leave their firstborn daughters
without a final goodbye.
- 6 is early
- 11 is way too late
- 7 is okay which I do"