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Blood soaked cotton, pungent odour of disinfectants

Ten wheeler truck on the chest

Myriad colours float before the eyes

Bandaged,plastered,lying immobile

Black,solid,unmoving, long massive night

"Oh ! spare me ! Let the night dawn !"

Familiar faces of loved ones sail by

Throbbing pain in the chest,head,arms and limbs

Seventy-two long hours in the ICCU

Victim of prolonged stress, addictiond galore

Chief Marketing Manager worth fifty grands

Elegant house,pretty wife,loving children.

Barely forty-handsome- The Urban Machine !!

Pitiful !!! Is he wise ? The hours will tell !

Driving his "Esteem" through the concrete jungle

Sudden excruciating pain in the chest

All certificates,experience,pride went to waste

The Frail Human Machine in The Web

Someone lights an incense stick and prays for him

The fluroscent lights grow dim

The chirping of the sparrows ,the cawing of a crow

Should we just sleep and watch more Machines grow ?

© Bishwanath Mukherjee