Mechanical Breathing Poem by Tulsi Shrestha

Mechanical Breathing...... ... ×
A life laying in a pensive bed, motionless
No perception and unconscious like a stone
No response in a pair of closed eyes.
Nor can feel tears that we shed for him.
Only nothingness is left for him to feel and see.
He is an entity fighting with a cluster of misfortunes.
Healing and recovery is out of his hopes.
The heat of pyre is not so far from him...
In the shade of painted false dream
Although he wishes yet miracle to happen
He is still a life that is forced to die...
Identity Living with silent scream that no one hears....
We decide his destinity to fade forever...
Now, imagine how fearful and painful you think
To sign a death certificate of your own beloved
Through withdrawal of mechanical support, for breathing
Still you have to pay handsome amount for dead body
Enough to buy a house to dwell.........house to dwell.
With dilemma, confusion and uncompensable pain.
How helpless and powerless A man is...Before death.
When cost of life and consequences enforce us
To make choice of death, 'An End of Life'
Tell me, my friends...someone here
Is it a liberation of a Trapped Soul
Or a dreadful penalty of Death....?