The harsh clear lines of sophistication

of robot like cleanliness

the brightness that blinds

weakened the eye

closing as if to shut out

the outside world

a mind over tired with pressing futile demands of existence

of offications,of standing ups

of a heart worn out of use

wasted in disuse

of dreams no more

of hopes no more

she bent in kindness

her simple face dressed in smile

she reached forward to touch

the other greeting her in gratitude

the nurse and the nursed

this was a caesura- a short break, a stop

as against the continuous rush

one was in pain suddenly confounded with loneliness

with feelings of betrayal

with the overpowering of the sensations of pricking pain

shooting across the mind and the body

but she the other

young,purposeful yet gentle

forced love,care and a desire to live on

-then we smile, the nurse and nursed

in  a bonhomie untouched by the power of medical bills

doctors advise and a few onlookers prognosis

we, she and I created a smallish moment of otherness

such moments that make you want to go on living

– I got up to go much lighter in my pocket and in my head

until another caesura another break.


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