Grandma

Could death be a happy ending?

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Amidst despair felt in vain,

Extravaganza often builds up in sheer audacity

A struggle lies with the lust of crescendo

And to mourn the departed, it is a need.

How could you celebrate when a life you once spoke to no longer breathes?

She had to leave this realm in honour,

So she did, her children mourn

Often silence follows utter grief.

I drink and I weep to let go of the weight of guilt,

All the regrets; the helplessness of her son’s blood

At least I could carry her on my shoulder the last time,

Waved her a goodbye when others cried,

“Death doesn’t control anything”

She lied.

Yash Joshi 2019