On a Nurse by Prafulla Sahu SignUp
Boloji.com
Channels

In Focus

 
Analysis
Cartoons
Education
Environment
Opinion
Photo Essays
 
 

Columns

 
Business
Random Thoughts
 
 

Our Heritage

 
Architecture
Astrology
Ayurveda
Buddhism
Cinema
Culture
Festivals
Hinduism
History
People
Places
Sikhism
Spirituality
 
 

Society & Lifestyle

 
Health
Parenting
Perspective
Recipes
Society
Teens
Women
 
 

Creative Writings

 
Book Reviews
Computing
Humor
Individuality
Literary Shelf
Memoirs
Quotes
Stories
Travelogues
Workshop
 
 
Theme: Dignity Share This Page
On a Nurse
by Prafulla Sahu
Bookmark and Share
 

White yet so colourful like smile
A spark of reality, no ghoul.
Hands soft and warm like wool
Stroking palms making wings of a fairy
Its fluttering air reminds me of my breath.
Bathing in blood and stinking pus
Shiny as the sun
She touched me, caressed and lulled;
Although I never touched her
My eyes only knew
She was so close to me.
Untouched unmoved
Unlike my tearful wife
She swarmed around Bed-47
No, she was not one
Omnipresent all in spectre white
They drummed my heart to beat.

(Written on Bed # 47)

Share This:
July 07, 2011
More By: Prafulla Sahu
Views: 1202      Comments: 0




Name *
Email ID
 (will not be published)
Comment *
Verification Code*
Can't read? Reload
Please fill the above code for verification.



 
 
 
 
 
 
 
1999-2020 All Rights Reserved
 
No part of this Internet site may be reproduced without prior written permission of the copyright holder
.