Waiting. . .

This is a tribute to one of my cousins, Swathi who would have been almost my age.  Leukemia took a lot from her but not her spirit. This is my version of that undying spirit of Swathi. I wish I could have known her more...

  Sometimes I hear the sound of rain now,
 When I try to be asleep ;
 sometimes I wish I could see the moon sow
 the seeded stars in the sky deep.
 I wish I had time to see my brother getting married and children who'll call me aunt,
 I wish these white-clothed people wouldn't bother instead of nullifying me with dos and donts .

 Fainting smiles and dying hopes all around,
 Along with the daily bouquets of fresh flowers and notes ;
 Smiling all I can with a sad will, bound to make believe that I can trick the doctor's quotes

All I can do is to sit in this whitened room, thinking
And waiting for my wishes to die, waiting...