Let Aruna Die

The heart wrenching saga of Aruna was driving me crazy,

It occupied every nook and cranny of my mind,

I was in spiritual turmoil, as I tried to fathom,

The reasons behind this most bizarre and cruel incident…..

One day, I was alone in the house,

Wrapped in stillness, basking in solitude,

The silence, a balm for my frayed nerves,

And then, loneliness struck,

Head on, like a wily shark,

A pack of ravenous hyenas,

Vultures gliding high in the sky,

And the silence, ominous,

Threatening to smash the core of my sensibilities…..

Hastily, I managed to escape,

From the clutches of this fast encircling madness,

And reclaim my sanity…………….

Only to think again, about Aruna,

The ultimate victim of destiny,

Imprisoned in a hospital bed,

For decades on end, with nothing to look up to,

Other than the ceiling of the room….

Not the daily Magic of the rising sun,

Not the Romance of the mystical moon,

Not the Grandeur of the oceans,

With nothing to feel,

Not the First drops of a monsoon shower,

Not the Fragrance of the flowers,

Not the Essence of the spring breeze,

With nothing to share,

Not the Lullaby of a mother,

Not the Love of a sweetheart,

Not the Banter of a friend……

As to whether she would still harbor a desire,

Any desire, the desire to live, or perish,

If only we could know, but only if she could speak,

And we could listen, to what she wants to say……….