A tribute to my dear Maths teacher Late Ms. Urmilla Kulkarni who passed away due to a heart attack. I was kind of disturbed after attending her funeral. She was my mentor, my guide when I was lost. May her soul rest in peace.


A feather in the autumn sky

A feather floats down from the autumn sky,
And touches her pale skin,
Gasping for a drop of blood,
Which no one did spare.

She held it in her hand,
The last moment of her life,
And blew it away in the arms of the wind,
And it travelled along with its new company.

Her hands seem transparent,
I look down upon her helpless,
As she closed her eyes for the one last time,
In the coffin of earth,
Her black eyes turning grey,
For she was now the prey.

Then as light breaths,
Started closing down upon her,
Her hands lay where they lay.

I could neither talk to her,
Nor touch her, nor say,
Oh why did you leave me?
Please not today,
Please not today....



Poetry by Kshiti Dubey
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Written on 2009-11-04 at 11:44

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