Life on a Vent

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 !