In the shadowed depths of life cruel
With grace, fought my patient his battle
In the realm of sorrow, where tears reside
His young wife in denial to her own self lied
A poignant tale of loss, relentless
The tendrils of his illness
Unfolded a nightmare into reality unkind
In days, over is a life, family shattered
Oh, how we yearn for solace’s embrace
To ease the anguish, to find a trace
Of grace, begged he for time just a little more
Hopes he had, not with lines and drains,
Or those ambulance rides and sirens
The only physical relief was with sedation
Mentally he preferred rather the pain
As he begged to live
While he was still alive
Not as my patient now late
But as a husband, a father, bereft
In the realm of sorrow, where tears reside,
His young wife in denial to her own self lied
In the shadowed depths of life cruel
With grace, fought my patient his battle
Pallavi Aneja MD
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