Praying incessantly for my friend, Tushar who is now on
a ventilator and been placed on a roto prone bed to help
him recover.
An intense and deliberate attempt by doctors to save his
life, responding to this particular prescription, doing
much better than expected.
Yet still has a long way to go, hoping for the best and
praying, filled with faith as I use imagery combined with
prayer to manifest his treatment and cure in the future.
Alas, it was not to be, the plug was pulled by family
consent and he is now healed, but not in the way I had
expected, for now he's with God.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem