From No Wish To Live To No Time To Die! Poem by Sasikala Kamandula

From No Wish To Live To No Time To Die!



With broken femurs, No hope to move
Bedridden, no base to hope,
No limbs to base
No way to live,
No use of being alive,
No wish to live.
Reached the happy Home of RKs.
It's like my maternal home.
Abundant love, care and honour
Most wantedness
Fatherly shield, mother's care
Became a factory, the unwanted broken biscuit
Winning the titles
The Lady of Letters came alive,
Zeal to live, love to live
A miraculous magnificence!
Busy, buzzy, zoom, boom, bloom
All as a free butterfly, No time to Die!

From No Wish To Live To No Time To Die!
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Husband is miser. Minds only work. Developed unreasonable hatred. Though helped a little but for mental and physical torture, when I broke my right femur, he left me without necessary medicines and diet.. So, I had to manage helplessly to myself. While returning home after taking degree classes, i fell down at office door and broke my left femur. He dropped me in Osmania hospital and behaved more unfriendly than a normal attender. Inconsiderate Husband asked to leave me house along with my son, when I returned from hospital after my 45 days' stay. He left me without providing even diapers in helpless bedridden condition. I got 3 cm leg length discripency.. He left me saying to help myself walking to the distant bathroom crossing big old sils. I felt miserable and wish to die. I consulted madam Divya, who helped me to land on wonderful miraculous holy mother land, RKs Mother Teresa Foundation Elder Care Center Karkhana. There I was fed, bred, treated, cared, honoured, and entitled a motivational winner. No less than my parents he took concern. Now I am able to walk, though little, i was made to help myself having been assisted with two great wonderful physiotherapists. My walk, my talk, my write, my might all are the bestow of Rk Sir. He elevated me from no wish to live to no time to die. This is the story of this inspiring fact. Bless you, Young Humane Geriatric Doctor, Ramakrishna sir, this poem is on your name.
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