Alert or not,
rich or poor, invalid
When I become,
I shall be a bundle,
Stripped of the
privilege of taking action
On myself, in
the care of relatives.
How to handle
me till my death will rest
At the mercy of
the family and hospitals
That includes
doctors, nurses and ward-boys,
With money
under consideration.
No one will be
allowed to die at peace
Without the
Incentive Care Unit’s service,
Which is a
torture to the dying one
And a money
spinner to the hospitals.
Death is an
inevitable consequence
Of life and to
prolong the invalid
Through the
tortures in the name of treatment
Is the cruelty
the society inflicts.
Let Indians die with some dignity,
Away from the
ICU and torture.
I am much
scared to go to hospitals,
Which are
highly charged slaughter houses.
21.06.2016
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