Sidhu! We are grateful
By pkroutray
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Sidhu! We are grateful
P K Routray
On the operation table, us, you remembered
with emptions disturbed and visions blurred
enduring the pain, nausea, the feelings hell
whilr recovering from the administered anesthetic spell.
Restricted by the chain of the medicating gadgets
your WhatsApp then dumbstruck your classmates.
The act has touched the hearts of your friends.
the doubt if any in their spouses on the bondage thus ends.
“ To live further ahead we need such tested friends
who will be our old-man’s stick at the coming bends.
Five years’ lessons of friendship have been forgotten
your exhibition of love is for us a brush-up lesson.
Many classmates who shared loincloths in those days,
may your WhatsApp call wake up thm from their daze.
at least on a logic that being of the same ripe age
together we will meet after leaving this mortal cage.
There what will happen in my third eye I clearly see
isolated they will float, others in the group will dance with glee.
Desolated will be they with time drawing nigh
desolated by age grief of repentance they will sigh
the oldage, the isolation, forlornness will take its toll
For vitamin-F is the nectar then, thus is our Bhuyan’s call.
Instead of we visiting Sighu in the hospital as our courtesy visits
he came to us in person we acclaim it as a height of friendship spirits.
Sidhu! we are grateful, your love for us is proved true and pure,
under the physical agonies, the spell of your heart made it sure.
On this auspicious day, we are dampened feeling your absence
you come out quickly to celebrate together, now it is kept in abeyance.
N.B - My batch mate a seventy years old friend has undergone his first operation and is in the hospital for second operation. After recovering from anesthesia’ spell he sent by WhatsApp his conditions and exchange like a normal man.we were two hundred fifty classmates. Some remain aloof.)
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"On the operation table"
"On the operation table" I've often wondered about this I mean no one's ever seen it from the other side. Just a tiny table bright lights in your eyes masked men bowing over you and wwwoooossh ... And the nausia and horrible feeling in the head waking up. Just like you say. I mean for a start you probably bleed like a slaughtered pig. And why are all the doctors masked? Well you don't have to wonder too long you'll know why when you get the hospital bills.
By the way the shape of your poem, is that supposed to have meaning? It reminds me of a chess piece? A queen maybe?
Keep well! Tom Brown
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