I was choking
my head bursting
I was like a hot pan ,
at the Pearly Gate , I was dying….
though I was blue and clueless
they were brave , fearless !
an army ready to fight
determined to survive the night ….
through my fading vision
I could see the commotion
they were mute
behind their space suit ,
I was the reason !
of turmoil and tension
a glass chamber on my face
he , watching the monitor
with a steel fixed gaze ….
I knew of ventilators
I knew of death
But I also knew
of chloroform man who saves breath ….
he puts us to sleep
he brings us alive
it’s no hyperbole
he is God , when death arrives !
God ! why had I screamed
and yelled and cursed
last time when at the hospital ?
yet here he is again
draped in blue and white
staying away from home
for me to survive and fight ….
I realise my misdemeanor
am begging for my life
they are my saviours
God you were right !!!
© Dr Swati A Gadgil , All Rights Reserved .

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About Dr Swati A Gadgil

Anaesthesiologist , practising since last 30 yrs in Mumbai and medico legal advisor. Counsellor for Children at Puberty , Parenting , Stress Management , Motivation and Peace MBBS DA LLM Postgraduate in Human Rights Postgraduate in Hospital management Founder President of NGO, Dombivli Women's Welfare Society and it's youth wing NayaSavera Published three books of poetry Columnist and writes on various topics like Stress Management Appointed by Times of India as Consultant for their NIE Newspaper In Education Program Recognised by Medical associations and Rotary Speaker and panelists on Tele media, print media and National and International conferences Taekwondo Red Belt

8 thoughts on “Saviour

  1. suzette portes san jose

    our warrior our saviour…they fight for us to live and God has his hands on their hands… trust is all that they may need…God wills the rest…

    1. Swati A Gadgil Post author

      Thank you madam for appreciating my efforts to pen down the agony of struggle for life .

  2. Pushmaotee Subrun

    he puts us to sleep
    he brings us alive
    it’s no hyperbole
    he is God , when death arrives !…
    The poem effectivly brings out the intensity of suffering of which we are vaguely aware…

    1. Swati A Gadgil Post author

      Thank you for picking up the lines which define part of our job which is full of stress and risk .


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