Natasha Tungare

With mask over face and white gloves on

I entered the ICU and just gazed upon

My eyes staring at those endotracheal tubes

Piercing through neck’s every cell cube

My ears hearing the ventilator machine beeps

Yet the unconcious patients were into deep sleep

Not even a voice from those bedridden humans

Their accident histories sounded too inhuman

I could feel the mourn in their immobile bodies

Nothing but pain running through their nerves and arteries

Lying in critical condition on that deathbed

Heart and brain praying for more years ahead

They couldn’t move but they could feel

Just wanted a little more care for them to heal!


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