Prayers and appeals to see and hear
Often ignored in our selfish preferences
As the busy machine on the go
Hardly does it heed her wishes
A sudden shock reckons,
to reverse the wheels
to wait and fight to get a glance
Eager and earnest to feel a breath..
Posing statues at closed glass doors
Impatient to read “No Admission”
For the patient reads only one name
As magic to the diseased mind.
It’s the same physique but fatigued
As suppressed thoughts lay still
In the chill cool medicated machine
Like a frightening ice grave;
Blessed to see the frozen face
The feeble sound of heartbeats
The ever-ending melody
Thousand calls to hear the sound
The sound of her silent existence…
The missed calls in my machine
Struck me like a thunderbolt from the skies!!
ICU.. I CAME TO SEE YOU