Death has an invisible strong odor,
That lingers deep,
My warm breath blurs my vison ,
As I make my way in this heavy attire,
Sealed to the brim,
Patients look at me with a ray of hope,
I get up to fight this invisible nemesis,
Vent pumps up and down,
The only hope on ground,
The continuous beep Ohh that dreadful sound!
I have hope admist this panic of pandemic,
Suddenly my nursing staff rushes to me,
Have a choice who gets the vent?
Young artist or old granny,
My hand trembles,
I close my eyes and pray,
Me being atheist was just a facade I wore,
As believer within me was invoked,
The clock stopped on me,
Nurse shook me from.my slumber,
She, screamed with tears, "New Vents are here!",
I just felt I won a battle against the Virus
I am indiffrent to scars of the facemask,
Indifferent to my insomnia,
Indifferent to helplessness,
Not gonna stop till the War is over !
