Greyish fungi invaded the memory
Cells congealing quickly, as hard as ice
Cold, emotionless, vacant, melting
Brain; deserted and derelict
Like an old farmhouse waiting for the end.
Rotten barks covered the wall, of heart and body.
Come Comfort, fill the lacuna
Between death and dying.
This poem is the outcome of a heated debate we had yesterday evening. It was a friendly gathering on Friday and, somehow, the topic of euthanasia sprouted suddenly. While some favoured the idea saying people should have an explicit right to die, others argued that it’s an irreversible process and, once a person is gone, she/he is gone forever.
The word “euthanasia” in Greek means “good death”. It’s a controversial topic, at least in India. I have made my standing pretty clear in the poem above.
What do you think of it? What are your opinions about euthanasia? We would like to know.