Resurrection Shifted To Monitor
I died on surgeons table
Before surgeons knife sliced my chest
Before anesthesia put me to rest
I died in imagination as hopes die in fable
Vivid thoughts ran amok
Which new abode I will go, if I die
What new way I will live, if I survive
Mind clueless, thoughts at dead end fork
Malfunctioning Valve plucked out
New Heart Valve transplanted
Ribs cut, Heart put on ventilator
Surgery over, operation table light put out
With dangling drips, in ICU, I was shifted
Resurrection hopes shifted to ticks of monitor
Copyright © Dr Hitendra Mehta | Year Posted 2023
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