Her Sister by Taha Sabri (guest writer)
Illustration / Photo-credit: Ansul Noor Her Sister Your arm is draped Around her shoulder, Her weeping face rests On the small of your chest. She sobs and looks towards The cancer ridden remains Of what she thought Was still her sister. CLEAR. The body bounces, But remains lifeless. The doctor calls The time of death; Offers her condolences And ushers the staff Out of the room. She forces herself free Of your embrace And moves towards the bed; Her palpitating hands Caress the cold remains, Of what she thought Was still her sister. And you picture that moment Two hours back, When you stealthily Made your way Behind the bed, And managed to disconnect The oxygen tank From the corpse - That wasn’t her sister. [from Narrative Medicine] CREDITS : About the Poet: Dr. Taha Sabri , AKU MBBS Class of 2014, has eclectic interests in poetry and the performing arts. He is ...