A Missed Call from Cancer

by Guruguhan Iyer

There’s a lump in his throat,

But he isn’t scared.

Not one bit.

 

“That’s the end of the road, my friend.

You can’t live no more.”

A voice spoke, coldly,

Thundering the ground beneath his feet.

 

“Soon you’ll be dead

You’ll wander around the earth

You’ll be hungry, you’ll be thirsty.

But you’ll get nothing

Neither a grain of meat, nor a drop of blood.”

The devilish voice broke into a fit of squeamish laughter.

 

There’s a lump in his throat

But he isn’t scared.

Not one bit.

 

“You’ll be my slave for eternity

You will bring the dead to me every single day.

See the light of sun and the moon as much as you can.

Once you’re dead, my slave, there’ll be just darkness.”

 

There’s a lump in his throat,

But he isn’t scared.

Not one bit.

 

The devilish voice kept him awake all night

He listened to every word the monster spoke

He kept his eyes open

He didn’t let his heart cross the 72 beats per minute mark.

 

The next morning,

He greeted the birds and the plants, with a warm smile.

He looked around him

There was a spark in his eyes.

 

Soon, the lump disappeared.

So did the monster and his thunderous roar.

 

And the sun and the moon

Kept shining

Brighter and brighter.

Every single day.

Every single night.

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