A sullen silence reigns around
Like mute statues frozen
in ruined cells
Patients transfixed await
in lengthy queues
Like flitting Robots the
nursing staff hasten
Indifferent to anxious
imploring eyes;
The doctors rush with
dangling stethoscopes;
The patients under the intensive
care
Lie like waxen figures in
drowsy state
Their limbs fitted with so
many tubes and plasters
A pungent chemical smell spreads around;
Swinging betwixt relief and
relapse
They stare at their
destiny unknown
Waiting for their ultimate
fate
Waiting for the unknown
shores and sunsets;
Waiting for final relief
from gasping strain
Debilitated by age and daily
stress
They lie buried in
dubious, dreary state
Like fallen branches after
a stormy gale.
Their kith and kin spend
anxious hours
Unaware
of their dear people’s health
Stay
far away huddled on the floor
Or sit
stooping in cramped chairs
With
vacant gaze and unsolved puzzles
With
sleepless eyes afraid of nightmarish dreams
With
shuddering hearts hanging like broken webs;
The cries of suffering pain
stabs their silence
And wailing sounds shatter
their rising hopes;
A helpless, sad burden
weighs down their hearts
No
flood of tears lighten their suffering state
No
comforting words relieve their sad, sad plight
They wait like mute figures
in suspense-shock;
With frozen memories and impending gloom
Like stranded pilgrims in
disastrous doom;
Dumbfounded they drag their
slow-moving hours
Waiting how long with no assuring
hope
Each embedded in critical
unresolved crisis.
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20th March,2020 Somaseshu Gutala
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