“Once more and last time”
I was moved at this time
She was serious and critically ill
But was surviving with strong will
I tried to keep her cool
But she was no fool
She did not complain a word
As if she had hidden message from lord
I could guess her face lines
She tried to look very happy and fine
I knew but forcefully held tears
I had no vision but unknown fear
If I may loose her this time then?
This question troubled me a lot even
I looked again in her eyes
What was she hiding and trying?
No, you have to recover speedily
I told her to be on feet again and feel happily
Yes, yes dear why not? I shall be same again
Worry not and have no misconception with pain
I took her hand and just rubbed
Both the hands were clubbed
She felt relieving of agony in palm
I could hardly watch it and remained calm
What sort of relation is this?
Why do we the entire time miss?
Why so much pain and feeling internally?
I had no clue or answer really
She was closing eyes slowly
My hand was loosing grip unhappily
I moved out to clear the throat
The life boat was for time being afloat