If death,
be the finale of life
could be so simple
and sweet,
doctors would be beggars
on the lonely street

Now even God has to seek permission
to enter an ICU, where
wires, signals and methodology
read only computerised interpretation.

You seek calm
on her bosom
how do you know?
that it couldn't be reverse.
a rendition
By Almighty
who so ever he may be