By Father's Bedside...Hospital Musings! 25, June Poem by saadat tahir

By Father's Bedside...Hospital Musings! 25, June

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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!

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Anjali Sinha 29 July 2009

illness, coma and matron-- wow you have brought out that picture of the hospital well -10 anjali

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Ritty Patnaik 28 July 2009

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

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Shashendra Amalshan 14 July 2009

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

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Sandra Martyres 08 July 2009

Beautifully written piece on the hospital scene. you have captured the environment poetically..hope your father gets better soon...

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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..

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Cigeng Zhang 03 May 2015

Father would have felt the deep love from his son... a touching poem Saadat.Thank you for sharing.

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Brian Jani 07 July 2014

what a powerful way of writing, you have a strong command of words to suit the picture you intend to convey to the reader

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Sheena Datta 27 May 2012

you have used images to their optimum effect and they bring out the poignancy of the piece with an amazing conviction...impressive! !

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Lillian Thomas 06 August 2009

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.

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Shirley Woods 06 August 2009

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.

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