God I remained here for days
yet nobody know when I go there
I wish You God to say
no wards to keep me here
why I was kept here with a band on my left hand
with some numbers and codes
a needle is kept with right wrist
when ever my sister want to inject
she want to enjoy her syringe to pump here
But all keep me here with lovable words
when ever she come for massage I hate her speed
But this TV I know news on my pavements and city
I want to hear music of her words
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thampi-ji, that sure is a poem about hospitalization. Hope everything is well and wish you all the best. (Have been off PH for a while due to several personal reasons. I am just catching up reading the poetry of all my friends here.)