Nikhil Parekh - Indian Poet
Wailing sirens echo through the air,
Red rooftop lights flash violently,
A big plus sign is stuck to all its doors,
Metal stretchers adorn the interiors,
Oxygen masks hang from plastic chords,
Along with Megan bottles filled with glucose liquid,
Antiseptic stench spreads all over,
Streaks of blood smudge windows,
Bundles of cotton bandages lay in a heap,
Modern computer displays throbbing heart; blood pressure..etc.,
Walkie-talkie antennas sway in animation,
Plastic face masks are strapped for medical inspection,
Power horns blare incessantly,
The speedometer barks escalating speeds,
Acknowledging bystanders shift away,
Portable refrigerator carries patient food,
Consisting of capsule; injection; pacifying ointment; and mineral water,
Patient groans inundate plush interiors,
Wounded and stabbed at umpteenth places,
Dislocated bones and fight for breath,
Head lying in gory pools of blood,
With nostalgic memories of close kin,
And an overwhelming desire to survive like never before,
As the 10 seater ambulance urgently surges forward through crowded roads of the city.
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