The Last Drop
On the fateful hour of the day
The horizon covered in the anger of darkness
In my nostrils, a later meaningful blood smell
Head lying on a tough mat in village clinic
Despite elevation, eyes couldn’t catch sight of injured leg
In my mind a flood of unanswered questions
By my side for six hospital months you stayed
With beauty and smiles, my heart you comforted
But why on the last drop
Committed and loving, care you rendered
My soul filled with joy and happiness
But why on the last tear drop
When I needed you the most like thirsty relieving water
Hopeless and helplessly wishing to last bid warm farewell
You vowed never to set an eye on the poor me again
But why on my last breath
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