Gurney''s Wheels Poem by Sathya Narayana

GURNEY'S WHEELS
The gurney's wheels rolled down with awful sounds.
I tried to open eyes, but failed again.
Same sound, I heard so many times before...
same sound! I's crying loud 'We're losing him!
Hey doctor...it's hyperglycaemia! '
'Who said? ! ' I heard the nurse demanding me.
'Are you a doc? ' Some other asked. 'I know! '
This time I's sobbing violently. 'I know...
He's dad, my dad! Come on, give him the drip! '
Ah now the sound of trolleys moving fast,
the clanks of glass and clangs of metal tools
echoed, dinning the low whispers around.
Same sound, I heard so many times before...

This time it's me, lying and rolling fast
on gurney's wheels. I opened eyes and tried
to see through thick veneer of blood dripping
from head. Ah heavy smell of spilled dettol
annoyed my nasal lanes. The dazzling lights
whitewashing narrow corridor prised through
my eyes. White coats fluttered around. White masks
were uttering something unintelligible!
At last I heard that voice sobbing 'My dad,
save him...he's losing blood....an accident
so terrible...save him! This time not me...
my son running along the gurney's wheels.
I closed my eyes and smiled inside! It's now
my turn to roll on gurney's wheels and well
his turn to run behind. I felt the sly
Time Wheel rotating fast forward and back...
forward and back, forward and back! It's just
a game that keeps rewinding everytime
in life, again, again. A passing phase,
my dad and I went through ah once. And now
my son and I. Ah just a passing phase!