She was sick on and off,
Consulted five doctors,
Became weak day by day,
Lost consciousness
One day night,
To go into a coma,
Taken to the emergency
Intensive care unit,
She fought for days on end,
For normal life and feelings,
She was filled with tubes
For air, blood, saline,
Medicines pumped
Dialysis done each day,
She recovered in twenty one days
The real reason for her
Short trip to heavens
Not known except for reactions
Of medicines administered
By another specialist,
We never know whether
Our medicines kills
Or give life, with real proof
Never explained or known,
How many visit the heavens
Permanantly or shortly
Is any one's guess or belief.
Ravikiran Arakkal
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
don't worry...things will turn for the better.......lets keep our fingers crossed