ANESTHESIA

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