Transit Camp
Lying on the white crisp clean sheets
Firm mattress with side railings
You feel walls and ceiling white
Closing in with a blank stare
Though doctors smile, nurses talk sweet
You nod your head unable to speak
For there’s a thought raising its head
From calm to storm it mutates
What if, this is a transit camp
Between living and waiting death
©️ShashikantDudhgaonkar
huh, makes you wonder about life
Yes and also about death, a fear of missing out on things, a fear of losing everything to darkness or God knows what.
The thing I fear most about death is my daughter being sad and without family.
I can understand and deeply. Having two kids of my own.
Recently had an hospitalisation and lying on the hosptal bed I had these thoughts.
This fear was so much worse when my kids were young. I had to go into surgery and I wrote both my kids letters just in case I didn’t make it out. And that was only shoulder surgery!
I can understand. There’s a fear that once one goes under anaesthesia …. one might not wake up.
So poignant Shashi
Thanks Sadje
You’re welcome
Amazing dear Shashi😊👍
Thanks Yaksh.
My pleasure✨😌