Who will bring flowers to my cemetery?

In the cold night,
My husband whispered, lets come close.
Joining hands, we viewed the moon light,
Through the closed window.

Early in the morning,
When laziness gripped me,
My husband brought me a cup of aromatic tea.
As love curled upwards like the steam,
I knew, it’s time to go to work.
Then, I hurried to catch the metro rail,
Lest I am late for work.

I sat there alone at McDonalds during breakfast,
When I had no job.
I walked alone on the streets of cities,
When the doctor told me I was sick.
I dreamt a dream of cold, shivering night,
While mom gave up the long fight.
With that news, packing up made me busy –
A stress management practice I learnt.

It’s time for lunch.
The street vendors are frying up –
Samosas, and bread pakoras
At a fraction of a time, at a fraction of a cost
All that one can afford are on the streets.
The passers-by walk side by side
Not knowing anybody next
Only the rickshaw drivers welcome you.

In the sunshine, a furry street dog came to me
Asking for cuddles.
There is a garden nearby blossoming with Colourful flowers –

Some fresh and some withering up –
As if left untended for some reason.
In the hurly burly of life
On the street, the footpath below
The bill board hung precariously above
With the picture of a woman, flowers in her hand
While a handsome man held her hand.

In the crowd, my mind flies
Across 1500 miles away.
My aunt is sinking to death
In the horrific milieu of a municipal hospital.
Her daughter-in-law is tired cleaning her.
Taking care of the bed-ridden,
Also takes a toll on the care taker.
Illnesses in families – the near ones
Steal the comfort of the surrounding dear ones.
The good lord does nothing
Except maintaining eternal silence.

At Nightfall, we are at home
Dinner, jokes, politics, and winding up work.
As tired eyes need the laptop shutdown,
The candle within tells me:
“Nobody knows what’s there for tomorrow”
I asked again and again:
Who shall bring flowers to my cemetry?