And then when it comes to you
A choke in the throat
The world swimming around you
Lucky indeed to lie down and not fall
Fortunate if they get you to the hospital.
Once there please learn to keep grinning
Grinning learn to be amused
You are not in control
Nor are they who strip you off everything
That identifies you as a person
Please metamorphose into the patient
You never thought you would ever be.
All over you the wires
And overhead the monitor.
You learn of what is going on
Where you are I mean
For a laugh Is someone getting out alive,
Nurses’ whispers the wardboys hustle
Hiss of wheels rolling out….
Another hopeful who came
Never to hold another’s hand
Ever, ever again.
Uday, only a poet like you could have translated your recent health scare into a poem. So something good came out of it all, after all.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
An interesting write with deep imagery brought up in words