Eternity

 

I never had that drink, Mother,

Just as you had instructed me,

But it is me, who is lying on the pale white stretcher,

Streaked with crimson all over,

And the other wretched drunkard from the party,

Is enjoying his existence in police custody,

I can feel my senses die out one by one,

In the beginning, I could hear the wail of the police siren,

Coming closer by the minute,

But soon my hearing slips away,

I can see familiar faces motioning wildly in front of my eyes,

Their mouths uttering words,

Which my ears cannot perceive,

I can see the paramedic inject some concoction into my bloodstream,

That does little to soothe my ache,

Slowly, all the pain begins to die away,

Replaced by a surprising feeling of weighing like a mass of lead,

Unmoving and vain,

An unfamiliar feeling of numbness creeping into my veins,

All my youthful energy and hope, leaking away,

I feel nothing as they try to shake my prone body,

Suddenly, I see a distinctly familiar face,

And I realize it is yours,

I can almost feel your comforting words drench me in love,

Your soft reassuring touches bring a ray of hope into my psyche,

But I can still make out the little drops of tears that escape your eyes,

I do not want you to cry, Mother,

It pains me to see you cry,

I am trying to tell you that it is okay,

But my muscles aren’t anymore under my command,

From the corner of my eye, I notice the paramedic losing hope,

I can see the growing frustration in his eyes,

As more and more of his attempts failed to save,

Soon, I feel my sense of vision slither out my oily grasp,

The image of the chaos around me, painstakingly blurring away,

But there is a sudden clarity, with which I see the world around now,

Even with my vision gone, blind to the statics of life,

I realise what all I could have achieved in the years that would have come to pass,

Memories of my time here fill my mind,

Those moments of my life, when I think the world couldn’t be any more unfair with me,

I realize how wrong I had been,

Nothing is sweeter than living a life itself,

In the end, all I would like to say,

I never had that drink, Mother,

Just as you had instructed me,

But it is me, who is lying on the pale white stretcher,

Streaked with crimson all over,

And the other wretched drunkard from the party,

Is enjoying his existence in police custody,

Wherein lies my fault, wherefore shall I place my guilt?

Even when I followed your instructions?

Convince me Mother, that I have been a good son,

For it is I who has to go,

And there, I shall await you till eternity.

  • – Indrashish Mitra

 

This poem was published by an online literary platform called StoryMirror. Happy Reading!!

3 thoughts on “Eternity

  1. Mihir says:

    Awesome display of vocabulary….. Too deep….nice portrayal of emotions….Keep it up bro…..awesome stuff!!!✌✌✌👍👍👍☺☺☺

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