COUP DE GRACE - DOTH DEATH NEED A DESIRED EMBRACE?
Aruna,the damsel once, now making the counsels in distress,
Laughing knowingly or otherwise, alas! death knell in duress,
Nearly fourty years squirmed in KEMH’s privileged mattress,
The silent, brutal result of a barbarian’s act of sexual madness.
In and of profession, She was hospital’s nightingale of yore
Passionate, down to earth lady, humane, humble to the core,
On that fateful day she was sodomised, strangled and sore,
The culprit, was in the ship yet escaped without much furore.
Indeed he was found guilty for another sin and punished
Aruna was in eternal coma with brain and spine damaged.
With occasional spells of lingering smile unextinguished.
Wedlock was ominously close, then became the chapter closed.
All through these years she was cared to nicety and perfection.
Staffs, deans, management and indeed municipality in unison.
Kith and kin vanished soon, none cared her in conjunction,
Groom too was desolate, lasted awhile, then left in dejection.
The war of attrition, thoughtful and under selective superb care
All these years with sincerity, never was it a thoroughfare
Parenteral routes, catheters avoided, outfits never threadbare,
Loving her as one of their own, day in and day out, as it were.
Intruder, claiming as her pal fighting for Aruna’s bygone cause
Moving the court requesting mercy killing or the coup de grace,
Learned counsel at the apex court heard all and after a pause
Vehemently and justly refused her request with a grimace.
Every person has a right to live, none has a right to get extinct,
Death may end her misery, but will leave a precedence succinct,
She may have a passive euthanasia, but the world will portent,
Leading one’s life, the way of leaving it are equally important.
