I.C.U Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

A healthy mind speaks of good things
Sees better and think of something
Nothing perturbs or worries
Goes forward and forcefully carries

The situation has changed a lot
We have won freedom without being fought
It has come easily and all of sudden
No one cares or thinks even

It is not the misery or poverty
It is the misconception of liberty
Corruption at every level with known celebrities
Such is the symbol for our entities

Child lifting is routine matter
Kidney missing is casual subject
Blindness in eyes with little experiment
Turning blind eyes is only movement

Diseases are on rise and medicines are scarce
Treatment is inferior and show is farce
Not within reach and losing life
It is proving difficult as an edge of knife

Many may contest and claim it as best
Best for few but hell with the rest
Honor for living but no respect for dead
The future of country is definitely read

No timely help when actually needed
Plans on paper and no advices heeded
Death toll on rise and still no solution
We may die without cause is the only resolution

I shall think of the worst but still hope
It is difficult to climb with only rope
Still it needs more to be done
The golden period was there but now it is gone

I hope to survive but not to complain
I will watch at the sky for timely rain
It may pour but go in drain
All sincere efforts too will be in vain

We have not witness yet real scene
It is never exposed what is behind screen
What is not there is beautifully shown
Plans on papers but ideas are easily flown

We wish it to happen any day
It may find its own course and way
All may realize the importance and act
It is to be understood and live with the facts



Still we are better
We may witness worst later
We won’t find hospitals with the beds
That will be hopeless situation to find very bad

Time may tell you
It is very true
There won't be any I.C.U
It will be I Will Not Care you

Patients may be more and doctors less
Such situation we are likely to face
You will be patient and you will be nurse
Time may come to loose the patience with curse

Worry not still good time is ahead
Patients may die and doctors may be hit on head
Law unto self and justice on road
We are prepared for future to carry the load