Hospital Bed

By Prantik Mandal

The equal days blinds my sight as crashing they pile over each other.

World is silent, mind is a chaotic roar.

Fortnight one I have laid in this lair,

One Fortnight more to go.

My peers are worse off, some no money,

Some no claim, some no love, some too silent to feel pain.

I look at Mater! Oh how sweet she looks;

Hides her tears so well under her cracking face, but fools me not.

For I am become Pale, stripped from the knowledge, the learnings of this world.

The darkness drops again now.

But now no fear captures me

For I am made peace with peace.

I am peace herself.

And when now I close my eyes on

The gay sun and waning moon,

I know I shall wake up in the land

Of eternal wakefullness.

By Prantik Mandal