Her deep eyes
Shine momentarily
She drifts out of
The morphine haze
Which soaks
Her pain ravaged nerves.....
I try not to focus
On the reclining form,
the three sad faced women
Or the doctor husband
Sipping ginger tea
My eyes fold
We form a frail circle
On the rug
And chant Hanuman Chaleesa
With child-like fervor
She sighs.....
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