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#Poetry. A searing expression of regret for all that could have been and what happened. A poem about loss and love.
I think this is where I live now but I’m not home I’ve been asleep but I don’t feel rested My heart stopped beating a long time ago but then why does it still ache? Is it even possible? But then I am a poor judge of possibilities I didn’t think it was possible to love someone as much as I did I didn’t think it was possible to trust the way I did I didn’t think I would never go back home I still don’t know why he left me here On every call, every night, he had promised me a life of forevers I picked each word, strung them together like a beautiful melody, replaying them later like my own precious composition I hear no melody now, there’s no music anywhere It’s dark, cold, damp First I thought it was because of all the tears I had shed, waiting for someone to come Then I realized it was the rain They say the ground beneath our feet is buzzing with life, then why can I only hear the echoes of death? I tried thinking of all the things at home that could keep me warm A bushy moustache that could tickle out all my confessions, a little girl’s adoring eyes always trained on me, a stewing pot of food made with the purest of love and hugs that could melt mountains But I’m still cold I tried thinking of everything above this blanket of earth on me The fireflies, the stars, the dandelions, I just want to tell them Fly and blaze because I never will Shine and sparkle because I never will Soar and glide in the gentle breeze because I never will Mom, I’m sorry, for not listening to you And for so much else I wanted to grow up and take care of you but I’m far away now So far away that I can’t even hear you calling out to me, over and over again You must be strong I don’t want you to keep crying in my empty bed I don’t want you to hold on to my pretty pink dress I want you to curl up your feet, rest and forget all the pain It’s too late now, but I’ll always be your baby and some day we will meet again.
Editor’s note: This story had been shortlisted for the October 2017 Muse of the Month, but not among the top 5 winners.
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Dr Nalini Parthasarathi, 79, based in Puducherry has dedicated 30 years of her life caring for people suffering from hemophilia.
It is amazing when a person turns personal adversity into a calling, and extends empathy to make a significant impact in the lives of other people. This has been the life’s journey of Dr Nalini Parthasarathi.
April 17 is World Hemophilia Day. Dr Nalini Parthasarathi, 79, based in Puducherry has dedicated 30 years of her life caring for people suffering from hemophilia. She was honoured with the Padma Shri in 2023.
Hemophilia is a condition where one or more clotting factor is absent leading to bleeding. Severe cases can be life-threatening.
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