Last Wish
The poet was ailing.
Doctors said -
A few days.
I grew up reading
her poetry.
Never understood
her lines.
I went to the hospital
to meet the poet.
I asked her
What do you wish for?
She said
I pray someone
soaks in my poetry.
She is gone.
Now
I am reading her
unsoaked collection
titled ‘My Brittle Yellow Notes’.
