This words were in response to a prompt by Sadje on blog


Few days ago he said, he was alive and well

Cooped up at home, it felt like in jail

Said he had lost, what was saved over years

Life had been hard he could no more bear

Tomorrow won’t be different he groaned and moaned

There was no glory, staying locked at home

The face cloth deprived him, of much needed air

Strong as he was, he should have no fear

Just heard him call, from some hospital bed

Can’t breathe very well, something’s in the air

He had many tubes, running across everywhere

Felt he won’t make it, he could see his death


Published by Shashi

Medical Doctor and love to write.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.

Create your website with
Get started
%d bloggers like this: