Postmortem

A young doctor was raised and murderer inside the hospital she was working in.

PostMortem

Morgues are meant to be frigid places

Cold emotionless and dead

Had assumed that in my UG days

Now as another body on the steel table

Lying naked to the skin

Couldn’t agree more

People were hovering around in masks

Had a distinct feeling they whispered a lot

Could hear a bit what they thought

Did she have a good life

Did she play, did she dance

Did she watch movies and heard songs

Did she visit mountains

Seas forests and different lands

We doubt it

To reach her place in life

Must have sacrificed a lot

It hurts

People talking about you

Hiding behind their masks

At least when one is too dead to respond

Maybe it shouldn’t hurt

But then I am beyond

What’s right and what is wrong

Waiting for classes, exam, results

And unending rounds of counselling for admission

Felt I was done with it

Yet here I am

Waiting for the scalpel blade

To dive into skin

And open my innards

©️ShashikantDudhgaonkar