
By Reena R
Taking Over
She lay still on the kitchen floor.
He came to see why dinner wasn't announced.
The girl twirled in a new dress in her room; the door locked from inside.
The boy, intent on his laptop, won game after game.
Nothing moved for a while,
no one too.
It made little difference to them
and none perhaps to her.
Inconvenient as death is, yet it is a full stop.
An illness kills time, money and patience,
especially when there is no love.
The kitchen was washed,
Prayers chanted,
a homely enough photograph found, garlanded.
The next week, a maid cooked their favourite biriyani,
stepping over the memory of the fallen body.
Reena R. lives in Sharjah, United Arab Emirates. She has co-edited two anthologies and is a practicing poet.
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