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Poetry: cold hands at 3 a.m.
February 26, 2008
temporal
temporal
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'the heart beat is arrhythmic
pressure erratic
change medication
wait and monitor'
crowd, stare and wait
'shukria doctor saheb,
may god bless you'
the patient is slipping,
will not see another dawn
if i speak up now
wailing will start
if i hold my peace
the night in quiet will not see another dawn
if i speak up now
wailing will start
if i hold my peace
will pass
we treat
till dollar tinted hope
runs dry
death wins arguments we treat
till dollar tinted hope
runs dry
no disinfectant can cleanse
the ghoulish ward odors
ah, well! i will go and
have that tea and samosa
perhaps this splitting headache
will fade away
'where is the chart?'
the nurse shuffles from her station
handing the chart, asks
'why are your hands so cold?'
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IdeaSmith
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February 26, 2008
07:32 AM
It seems frivolous to call this post beautiful. I lost a family member some time ago and someone close to me is watching a parent drift away. This poem says it all. Thank you for writing it.
PH
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February 26, 2008
04:21 PM
Very touching post indeed, temp.
Aditi Nadkarni
February 26, 2008
04:42 PM
Loved this piece, T! For those of us that have had to be in a hospital waiting to hear about a loved one's health, this is very poignant.
T: On another note, muzhe aapki email mili. Reply karungi. Didn't wanna just respond in a hurry.
commonsense
February 26, 2008
08:11 PM
wow is all i can muster!! amazing! thanks!!!!
(Temporal did you notice that an ad for Charles Simic automatically popped up to complement your word-smithy??!)
temporal
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February 27, 2008
04:05 PM
death is unavoidable and a certainty...no one is unaware of this...but what is incredulous is our reaction
the acuteness is directly proportional to the distance...family, friends, city, country, world...
and then there is the individual's reaction which is also variable...
khair, thank you all for your comments
PH
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February 27, 2008
10:37 PM
"what is incredulous is our reaction"
How true!
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