Hue of Mind - Short Review

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 Through this poem "Hue of Mind", I tried to portray a sister's desperate feelings over her little one's demise. It has been days since she ate properly, her body was weak, her mouth was all swollen, she wasn't able to eat anymore but she did, just to stave of her caress mother. Every little things that reminded about her 3-yr-old sister seemed like a ghost of weight in her heart. She had nothing to do with her sister's death but still held herself responsible & injected the sense of guilt into her life every now and then. Till the end of the poem, it is obvious that she led a terrible life and kept wailing over everything that happened before and was meant to happen! For her, Death wasn't just a mere DEATH, but a pace of time undergoing deterioration. 

    From the last line of the poem, I wanted to let the world know that death isn't just a death of memories, but those dead memories which've the capability to hold one on the horns of a dilemma.

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