Fats is here
In slumber
On her bed
Doctors
Flock
Around
Tell her
"Madam
You are fine".
She clenches
My fingers
Whispers
In my ears
"You don't go".
Seems happy
Hearing
She will be
Discharged -
Free to go home.
Smiles lovingly
Lifts the palm
To bid farewell as
Doctors leave.
"I am not sure",
She says.
"Close the door."
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