The Last Moment

I opened that room
With a creaking sound.
It was inundated with smoky darkness
And deserted.
A walking stick stands still in a corner,
A big row of medicine bottles 
On the window side,
A spectacle on the table,
And an Ayurvedic smell in the air,
And at last,
A stamp pad left open
In the place of a glass of water in half
And the lost drops on the pillow...