Daily post · Poem

Last Breath

I could see the ceiling ,I stared at it

I could hear people hushing ,standing close to me

I wanted to speak ,words wouldn’t come out

I tried to look at the faces,vagueness only

They started fading slowly

I could hear feeble cries

I felt kisses on my cheeks

A hand pressed mine tightly

Oh !! that was my daughter.

I couldn’t open my eyes ,

Voices started moving afar

Slowly and slowly -I left them .

I have tried to pen down the final moments of a person in response to the daily post prompt final.Final

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