The nurse and her hands
A part of her, medicine smelling;
Bitter now by treating, the
Carcasses blue, violet and purple
Dead now a little, a little dry too
Earnest, ahead of it’s time
Fair a little, different too, from the
Ghoulish remains.
Hospital and home, home and hospital she moved
Injections, gauze, tourniquet and what not?
Joined her, accompanying everywhere.
Killing brittle parts that she breath
Living with a cadaver inside, and a depressed child
Melee of her rhythmic beats was
Never full of life, neither bereft it
Obloquy~phobic she was
Present in the chants of the supreme sometimes
Quarreling ahead and behind her time
Riverine was her home,
She snubbed the salt sea from heed
To a journey she walked
Unknown, so called advanced and modern.
Very keen she became, observant too
With time she became the part of the herd,
Xenophilic of the unknowns, with an unhappy life, and a not so happy job.
Yet she stayed there, operating, treating, helping she stayed, she stayed earning.
Zoning in an out always, constantly.
Shreyaa Tandel is a self-established poet, or you can say amateur poet, from India. Her poems "Inadvertently Alive", "Virgin" and "Blackhole" have been published in the blue pages lit, and vamp cat magazine respectively. When she isn't writing or is glued in front of a computer/cell phone screen, she spends time singing north Indian classical music and reading the Bhagwad Gita and pretending very hard to be happy, even though she isn't. You can reach her at shreyaatandel1526@gmail.com.
She is a regular contributor to Marías at Sampaguitas.