Care At Home Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Care at home
Monday, October 21,2019
9: 12 AM

My child was in bed
almost motionless and dead
with no hope of recovery
I had left it to the will of an almighty

my mind went in despair
with no repair of his good health
he had very sweet voice to entertain us
I was slowly losing the faith and trust

Why was he chosen for this deadly disease?
will he cease to exist?
will he not become our support in a later stage?
I was slowly drifting towards anguish and anger

doctors advised taking care at home
with an occasional visit that was welcome
it was no use to retain him at the hospital
the disease was going to prove fatal

all hairs disappeared due to treatment
it was a shocking moment
my heart was going down
the end became apparently known

Hasmukh Mehta