LIFE LINE
The stairs with usual the damp air of age, slip.
A pain enters, knocking with rapid rhythm, urgency.
Suffocating, he feels a mist is enveloping
every view, every face, the stranger whose shoulder
has rendered support… inside small flashes make collage.
At last a blissful darkness.
The foolish chrome butterfly
pervades the hospital, roams bed to bed, inspects faces;
the face of the man is vacant, a green line of light
dives in blackness, bleakness to find and save his life.
A tall nurse girl fresh as sun bathed linen whispers,
“It is over, now life has found an anchor. You may live.”
On the nurse’s verdict he dares to dream of swimming.
Swims slowly in a brook which meets the root of life
and not to return ever. Ever.
He remembers the shoulder of a stranger, the support.
He has not thanked him. The time has eaten the stranger.
© 2009 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar
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but otherwise, this is a poem that has etched itself in my mind.
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Blessings and best wishes - S.
Thank you.
"he dares to dream of swimming./Swims slowly in a brook which meets the root of life/
and not to return ever. Ever."
Thank you for posting this to The Surreal Circus.
I think that's called "genius"
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and, thanks for posting to my group, Anythingwriting
or do u mean the seperation that comes from somebody always remaining a stranger and forgetting to thank them
anyways brilliant poem another work of art from the pen of a master wordsmith