I perhaps no longer can recall your name
But your gaunt, lifeless face lingers in memory
I cannot say that I knew you cause you were asleep
With breath still flowing and the heart beating
You never woke up from the intoxicated slumber
Of inflicting maladies, to say ‘hello’
Lying still and oblivious with a vermillion streak
Of hope on your forehead every morning
While eager faces around awaited your recovery
Life was for you a monotonous, dragging chore
With drugs pumped and machines plugged
You sojourned the road of life
Unknown to the dawn, dusk or the night
You were not living just mechanically breathing
Enacting a worthless charade, with hopeless
Hope blooming like flowers of weeds in the life of all around
Often the word euthanasia would flash in mind
But a gaze at your nurturing wife clinging to
The fragile threads of your breath as the last hope
Made me hold back my thoughts…