Sushma A. Singh Poet Rhyme

Song of the Spirit

SONG OF THE SPIRIT
Ridden on a bed
Barely able to moan
Can't move a finger
Or let out a groan
I sense some footsteps
Inching towards me
Must be the doc bless him
To relieve my agony
Lying on my sore back
For almost an eternity
Each muscle stiff
Crying for relief
Debilitated devastated
Wrapped up in grief
Yet, this spirit
Deep inside  me
Just a speck
A tiny fleck
Wilful stubborn
Refuses to succumb
Irrepressible incandescent
Yearns for a joyous outcome
Listen carefully
Hear it cry
'Fear not adversity
Never say die'


Resubmitted for Julie Rodeheavers
Contest: I am a survivor
Date Aug 22 2017
This poem attempts to explore the spirit of the terminally ill patients many of them lying in a vegetative state and for whom passive euthanasia is advocated by a sizeable section of society as the only remedy.

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Teddy Kimathi August 30, 2017 at 8:29 AM Congrats Sushma, for your placement with this fine piece!! ;-) Sushma A. Singh September 1, 2017 at 9:44 AM Thank you!

Gregory Richard Barden August 30, 2017 at 12:37 AM Wonderful write, Sushma, and a horrible situation for so many, one without an easy answer, though the rights of the patient often seem to be the LAST concern, sadly. Thank you for sharing this gem, and congrats on your well-deserved win! Blessings! :-) Sushma A. Singh September 1, 2017 at 9:54 AM Thank you!

Subimal Sinha-Roy August 29, 2017 at 10:55 PM Congratulations, Sushma on your win. Sushma A. Singh September 1, 2017 at 9:55 AM Thank you!