Led eyes to the shades of spring <br />In the hues of autumn <br />Taught such geometry to chin <br />that my eyes never rolled wantonly <br />marriage was the name of ventilator <br />loaded with 18 years of candles and cakes; <br />she tugged merrily <br />Conversation situated inside a scrabble <br />Ranged on electrical outages to <br />Stock trades <br />She and her ventilator <br />lived their waist-down <br />lives in a bubble <br />where “e” could never equal “mc2” <br />And gravity remained less then “9.8 m/s2” <br />Her oestradiol helped keep <br />Twitch of his right brow alive; over 18 years <br />she lived rest of his body <br /> <br />2 months back the ventilator <br />Became breathless and stopped <br />I saw cake, candles, and elegiac alphabets <br />All over her- <br /> <br />* Dedicated to the inimitable love story of Zia and Anwer. At a tender age of 22 Zia had to takeover Anwer’s business who was paralyzed; save a twitch of brow, in a car accident. A petit urban doll unaware of the harsh ways of the world she was hell-bent on keeping the ventilator alive. They had a very tiring communication line. She would read a-z and strenuously formed sentences; thus the scrabble. Anwer passed away in July 2008.<br /><br />Frank Lisa IndiRa Francesca Roger Platt Cornish Martin<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/elegy-of-a-ventilator/
