As she counted minutes to morning
She could hear the neighbor patient breathing his last.
She tried to drown the silent whispers
Of death singing lullaby to the departing soul.
She waited eagerly for the birds to chirp again
And the silent ray of dusk knocking at the door.
Days were easy to pass in the rush rush noisy actions
The doctors making rounds and nurses repeating the chores
Visitors making rounds to pamper and to console
Some dared to crack jokes while others sighed waiting for the results of the tests.
Lying alone on the bed she had learned to enjoy all the noise and din
Nights were tough.
All you could hear was pronounced sound of medical instruments.
The pain not so subdued and strange shadows doing rounds to chose the next victim.