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                              Supine, Looking at the Sky

                       Back from two days` intensive care
                            After an open heart surgery,
                                In a hospital bed I fare
                        Seeking the Lord`s sublime mercy,
                          Supine, looking at the grey sky
                       Through a window pane just nearby,

                        In the languid silence of the night
	                With a half-moon lighting the sky,	                                                                                                                                                                                                   
                           Myriads of stars shining bright
                             My eyes are riveted up high
                           Praying the Lord, my protector,
                          To spare me a dreadful spectre.

                           My thoughts ascend to heaven
                         Where many noble souls do rest
                        And deep down my mind I reckon
                             For me to be divinely blest,
                          To the Lord I need make a plea
                              To attain a heavenly lea.

                  Now the chest seemed to burst with pains
                         And the heart to be blown apart;
                       Prayers of my spouse were in vain:
                    Worn out with woe, pulse of my heart
                      Wavered and then dropped to a low
                        As the winds whispered in a flow.

                       In the dim darkness of the night,
                    With pearly drops dripping from eyes
                    My spouse called out for help upright
                          To alleviate my painful sighs;
                     With some pills I was lulled to rest
                     As in my state I could n`t protest.

                     I closed my eyes to the surrounds
                And in silence hummed the Lord`s name
                        For hours and hours around,
                    With my inner eyes set on His fame,
                       The moon, stars and the galaxy
                           Under His sole supremacy.

               The winds seemed to wrap in their wings
                  My prayers, my pains and my woes,
                Haul them to the sky with their strings
                   And share with the Lord my sorrow
                             As signs of solidarity,
                           As tokens of fraternity.

                     When I lightly opened my eyes
             Through the spick and span window panes
                      I could again gaze at the sky,
                     Stars retiring and on the wane
                   With glimmers of the orb of day
                   Shooting at the sky with its ray.

                 With the pains slightly ebbing down,
                  From the very depth of my heart
                  I thanked the Lord without a frown
                    For showering grace on His part
                     That afresh I`d stare at the sky
                    Ere for good I would bid goodbye.

                     Now my eyes shy of sun at morn
                   And stunned by the shine of the sky
                  Quite wished the curtains to be drawn 
                      That my soul could anew fly high,
                         My body and mind rest again
                   And my ears greet the winds` refrain.
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