The festering wounds
Cooked, baked, pressure of long sleep
On the peripheral you defy the shove
You wash the magenta garments quietly.
Born with unflinching behavior?
To and fro the ‘loos’ like a pendulum
Soon, gagged, time to throw up
Hurrying; hands miss the target
Screams flood the room
Shell shocked, in haste
Administering the prescription in and out,
Apathetic, empty, foolhardy
Narrow sunken eyes rotate in sockets,
Days fly by, the body fading,
Dark thoughts prevalent
The light grey skin heralds the birth of death,
Doctors, sincere liars of fate.
The changing schedule of your imprudence
With resolute optimism in difficult times.
He falls asleep…too off you go
Walking, meeting friends, greeting you from afar
‘been busy lately, our prayers with the patient’
You awake abruptly, grunts piercing the air,
The clock staring, its hands spread,
-five minutes? … Surprise!
Silence reverberates in the room,
Sobs much later, Oh! Relatives at last.
May his soul rest in eternal peace.