The Last Glimpse Poem by Rohan Nath

There a soldier lied on the exhausted sanatorium bed.
Stayed unvoiced and numb as he bled.
Faintly opened his eyes to observe the mayhem,
While a red uniformed nurse was announcing several names.

At the same time I, Dr. Bell, the way I am known;
Reached and stood beside him to analyze the boy alone.
The other doctors refused to examine him as he was a foe.
Whereas I, Dr. Bell known as a savior had a life to bestow

Neither did he move nor did he watch me staring at him,
But relentlessly looked blankly on a white wall with a grim.
Suddenly, he gradually inserted his red hand into his pocket;
To pull out a photograph soaked with blood and sweat.

Tears rolled down his cheeks as he kept on staring at it.
I wore my spectacles and approached nearer to inspect it.
I was accurately traumatized to an extended degree;
For what it contains is a picture of his family!

He closed his eyes and remained silent for his life to dim.
Finally, he inhaled his finishing breath before the last glimpse...