One Day Proximity To Death Poem by Biren Mukherjee

Blue water crushed down on the lids of eyes- blue bubbles, neurons of brains are breaking down crash, crash, mist-fairies are walking past to the celluloid; undulating hilly paths, to the darkened moonbeam crossing the barbed wire, severe migraine, tick tick tick tick... condensed waves are vomited up from stomach, dotted body is dissolved with the sizzling smell of anesthesia.

Touches of beautiful white nurses, brilliant chorus my living self covers with joyousness of blunder, time passes on with the snow-white curiosity of the aristocratic clinic.