Slowly, slowly I was going deep,
Hearing some flick sound of beep,
May be doctor around checking the pulses,
Not enduring pain and trying to repulse,
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Slowly, slowly I was going deep, Hearing some flick sound of beep, May be doctor around checking the pulses,
Slowly, slowly I was going deep, Hearing some flick sound of beep,
Nose blocked with pipes and tapped, Hand also tied with needle and capped, All sort of medicines mustered in vanes,
Slowly, slowly I was going deep, Hearing some flick sound of beep, May be doctor around checking the pulses, Not enduring pain and trying to repulse,
Slowly, slowly I was going deep, Hearing some flick sound of beep, May be doctor around checking the pulses, Not enduring pain and trying to repulse
All youth and child scenes simply emerged, Wished all could happen without being caged////////10
in intensive care units, man fights for his survival, uncertainty, ....... a wonderful picture you portrayed in this poem