Silence broken by a hushed converse
Breaking news of comma's reverse

Alien aura of tubes and stands
Silent heave swollen glands

Muffled giggle kids gleam
Gramps tries a silent beam

Hardly suit, infirm and sick
Elegant floor, ceramic slick

Fallen off a dizzying sledge
Ill at ease in a plastered leg

Distant bout of rasping cough
Chastised attendant off in a huff

Purple bruises of attempted drips
Stand out sharply from shiny clips

Divergent forms with baggy attires
Crouched nurse maneuvering wires

His quivering lips and shaking hands
How surreally fight the restraining band

Some blood be drawn for the endocrines
Whispered whoosh of support machines

A starched prong on the matron's head
Declining spinster, should have wed

(Islamabad)
(June 24,2009)

Centre justified the lines assume the shape of a flower vase…
….signifying hope!

saadat tahir

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