ANESTHESIA
I
found myself surrounded by Pain;
I
found myself in guilt and shame.
I
looked around and all was red;
No
black No white, it all was red.
I
saw my hand the skin was torn;
I
took a cloth, stolen from another born.
And
then I saw a man in the mist;
His
hands gloved; his feet swift.
He
took me to a tavern, offered a sip;
He spoke little, was tight lipped.
I
was crying for the loss of my kind;
I
called for them but none replied.
He
then gently pressed my arm, he asked me to breathe;
It shall hurt but give you peace.
And
then I got that prick, a prick to relieve;
Anesthesia,
it puts me to sleep.
It
went down the vein, soothing the pain;
But
all was not gone, some still remained.
Like
shadows they haunt me, my eyes shut;
They
paralyze me, creatures of the past, cruel and corrupt.
Anesthesia,
it puts me to sleep;
Killing
the pain, but made me weep.
On
their knees they beg, souls taken.
Left
in hermitage, they scream, the forsaken.
Anesthesia
it puts me to sleep;
Killing
the Pain, but made me weep.
Then
gently I open my eyes, I see his hands;
I
see no color; I see no creed, his hands torn like me.
And
then he whispers to me……..
There
is too much pain to relieve;
Anesthesia
only puts you to sleep;
Kills
the pain but makes you weep.
- ARUN DEV KUMAR
