There you were with Vantilator on,
I was desperate and feeling alone.
The hustle and bustle was around,
But night was falling with lot of sound.
I was holding your hand desperately,
But you were losing your breath slowly.
The night traversed through the time,
And the angel came with a shine.
The Night Finale was withering,
I found your body shivering.
With the stroke of clock,
You had eyes forever closed.
You left us behind for a journey,
To tread the path very thorny.
Now coming to terms with life,
On every step..there is strife…….
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