Feature image credit: http://www.museion.ku.dk/2010/12/the-intensive-care-unit-on-display/
At the beginning itself,
The heels are cut,
You taste and smell disinfectant,
Before loving mother’s touch.
And rest of the life,
Sanitisers are out,
To fight infections,
Viruses uncouth.
With stents and chemo,
One can prolong life,
But with ventilators and drips,
Life isn’t a pretty sight.
And when an agent,
Gives you insurance,
“We will pay for your agony”,
That’s the assurance.
They will pay for the doctor,
For the drips, rooms and sanitized corridors,
They claim, they provide even the cure,
But when it’s time to go,
Everything seem futile,
The doctors, the nurses,
The glassy hospitals,
Nothing but a grand lie.
While with catheters and monitors,
Let them try,
You make peace with yourself,
It’s an art to say final goodbyes.
That life is not about,
Prolonging with stents and catheters,
It’s about knowing,
What pervades all, and still isn’t here.