'You can take him home now', the men in white said <br />Speaking politely, softly and so very gently <br />All they wanted perhaps was to free one bed <br />For a case that had some little hope....... <br />And my father-in-law a third stage cancer patient <br />Had occupied it far, far too long for their comfort <br />And so we took him on a stretcher with new wheels <br />Into the lift that had brought him up; three, two, one.... <br />Back into blinding sunlight and then to the ambulance white <br />But this time no siren blaring, just slow moving <br />One hundred and twenty miles in no damn hurry <br />Almost stopping at every hump, pot hole <br />Even as he occasionally opened his eyes <br />'what time of the day is it..? <br />Did all of you eat, have tea...? ' <br />Incessant questions from a feverish mind <br />And at dusk when we arrived at the familiar gate <br />Famished and tired, he had turned over into his hazy world <br />And we back to our vigil as the crickets began to weep....<br /><br />krishnakumar chandrasekar nair<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/you-can-take-him-home-now/
