Silence broken by a hushed converse
Breaking news of comma's reverse
Alien aura of tubes and stands
Silent heave swollen glands
Muffled giggle kids gleam
Gramps tries a silent beam
Hardly suit, infirm and sick
Elegant floor, ceramic slick
Fallen off a dizzying sledge
Ill at ease in a plastered leg
Distant bout of rasping cough
Chastised attendant off in a huff
Purple bruises of attempted drips
Stand out sharply from shiny clips
Divergent forms with baggy attires
Crouched nurse maneuvering wires
His quivering lips and shaking hands
How surreally fight the restraining band
Some blood be drawn for the endocrines
Whispered whoosh of support machines
A starched prong on the matron's head
Declining spinster, should have wed
(Islamabad)
(June 24,2009)
Centre justified the lines assume the shape of a flower vase…
….signifying hope!
dear sadat, shocked! and trying to relive the hospital scenario you have so clearly potrayed in your poem.a poem that hurts you from inside., yet beautifully written. ritty
well i couldn't ask about your father recently Sadat.. i mean i was sort of feeling down and and out too.... hope every thing is okay! ! ! as for the poem.. you really have crafted it well.. it needs talent to portray such a scene by a poetic words... nice indeed.. wish you well shan
Beautifully written piece on the hospital scene. you have captured the environment poetically..hope your father gets better soon...
oh sorry for not knowing that you wrote this poem and sorry as i lost a long comment which i wrote here, ..a touching poem from a poetic doctor who is forced to see some thing one day he offered to others...that painful restraintes on that hads while a dear one calling through his eyes to give him little release, , that waiting hours in that hall while squeezing hands while holding some fallig tears...that moment when we accept some thing some how could hurt our dad but what can we do..that is what has to be...a touching poem dear friend, hopig that things turn to better..best wishes for your dear Dad..
Father would have felt the deep love from his son... a touching poem Saadat.Thank you for sharing.
what a powerful way of writing, you have a strong command of words to suit the picture you intend to convey to the reader
you have used images to their optimum effect and they bring out the poignancy of the piece with an amazing conviction...impressive! !
This is well crafted containing strong emotions that show the devotion of a son. I also appreciate your familiarity with the medical environment that notices tiny details and in a few words captures the scene.
Hi Saadat, I have also sat beside my Mum's bedside like this and can bring it to mind vividly at a moment's notice. Did he recover? If so best wishes to you both.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
illness, coma and matron-- wow you have brought out that picture of the hospital well -10 anjali