Cancer

By Parizad Gaur

We sat on the chair right next to the doctor’s door,

Looking at the changing positions of the cat shaped white clouds Of the pale blue coloured sky,

All that I thought was to sit with him,

And moving was all to defy

My hands escalated to his hands

Which were wrinkled and dry,

He looked at me, with disbelief in his eyes

His curved back and painful coughs

Entered my ears

Wheezing was his throat would do

He forgot the way together we’d laugh

He placed his hands on his thinning hair

Thinking all his happiness went where?

The doctor appointed him saying he has 2 months left All the life he lived in these 10 years were all in his head, Two months passed and then came the road of his death Now, that he’s gone; his stupid talks run around in my ears The way he’d laugh right in my face

The faces he’d make, when he had to finish those vegetables, His mother would serve him in a plate

I’ll forever remember the way it used be;

But now that he’s gone;

His small teethed grin

Is all I see

All I see

By Parizad Gaur