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Year : 2014  |  Volume : 19  |  Issue : 1  |  Page : 79

And this too shall pass

Department of Medicine, University College of Medical Sciences, New Delhi, India

Date of Web Publication1-Feb-2014

Correspondence Address:
Ashish Goel
Department of Medicine, University College of Medical Sciences, New Delhi
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Source of Support: None, Conflict of Interest: None

DOI: 10.4103/0971-9903.126270

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Goel A. And this too shall pass. J Mahatma Gandhi Inst Med Sci 2014;19:79

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Goel A. And this too shall pass. J Mahatma Gandhi Inst Med Sci [serial online] 2014 [cited 2021 Apr 13];19:79. Available from: https://www.jmgims.co.in/text.asp?2014/19/1/79/126270

Standing by her bedside I watched rooted, feeling so aimless

Falling pulse, her rising chest, a form so restless

Fentanyl in her veins to placate her mind, yet so hapless

Deafening silence broken but by the monitor's beeps, oh so relentless

Life's so fickle, me thinks; how futile power, fame and money

I cry silent tears, watching her suffer an untold misery

So illustrious yet illusive, elusive our pinnacle of safety

Once a fount of strength, family's pride now an iatrogenic melancholy

Feeble, torn, intruded she lay, in a life's truth-defying moment

Clouding eyes, my trembling legs, betraying a silent lament

From lust to dust, a journey so rapid I watched with contempt

Profession helpless, my wisdom tested; made another jaded attempt

Beat by beat, breadth by breadth; I saw her further go

Quiet yet incessant, minute by minute, felt her energy flow

Words inadequate, only by living the moment, its true import know

Helpless before its might, to time - my muted bow

Eternally turn the glorious hands of time, slow but certain

On a mysterious future, with each passing day, rises life's curtain

Today, I stand at her bed, touch her vibrant flesh, wash her mane

Look at the scars of time on her supple frame; and cry again

Will she ever know how close were the deathly jaws

What I had gone through, in the eonful moment that was

Memory lies locked within me; in depths myself fear to cross

But many a wise man has said before and this too shall pass…


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