VENTILATOR

I whisper my curiosity into your ear,

“How long you wish to keep me in this ventilator

Will I ever live normal life like others?

Or my days on the earth are over?”

You smilingly say, "Yes” every morning,

Assure me" You will live a normal life, I am trying."

A current of hope passes through my vein,

A message goes on repeating in my brain.

"She is my doctor, if she says I will be back,

It must be true, I trust her, I will be back."

I live the day compromising all my troubles and pains,

Sleep with a dream to see a shining morn.

The next morning, I wake up to see the green field,

The golden sunbeam, the birds fly over my head.

But, I find myself in the confinement of the same theatre.

With its opaque curtains and in the same ventilator.

You enter carrying a professional smile on your face,

Give the same dose of assurance looking into my face.

I protest, Oh no, not again, not again my ever trusted doctor,

Tell me the truth that only your heart knows of my future.

I am bored carrying this artificially bestowed life,

Lift up the ventilator and free me of my strife.

I will never blame you of my departure,

He who has come has to go; I know is the law of nature.