Outside OT.
Forehead-folds.
Sinking hearts.
Cold, numb senses.
One of my own.
Under surgeon's knife.
That medicine smell.
Tense, frantic paces.
Sudden giggles?
A baby voice.
Stretcher wheeled in.
Few anxious faces.
What a gory sight!
A million pipes!
Of nostrils and veins.
One of critical cases.
Giggles some more.
At ignorant ease.
At elders' tears.
Through playful lenses.
A girl of 3.
Eased the nerves.
Melted all hearts.
Amidst heart-wrenches.
**Reflecting on a true incident
Forehead-folds.
Sinking hearts.
Cold, numb senses.
One of my own.
Under surgeon's knife.
That medicine smell.
Tense, frantic paces.
Sudden giggles?
A baby voice.
Stretcher wheeled in.
Few anxious faces.
What a gory sight!
A million pipes!
Of nostrils and veins.
One of critical cases.
Giggles some more.
At ignorant ease.
At elders' tears.
Through playful lenses.
A girl of 3.
Eased the nerves.
Melted all hearts.
Amidst heart-wrenches.
**Reflecting on a true incident
3 comments:
Man this is good..get into writing fulltime..I can see a Booker already! n trust me,am not exaggarating!!
seems u can proudly say now..."i've seen it all!!"
beautifully written..very touching!!
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