COMA

They call me human, am I one?

All I ask God is, ‘what have you done?’

In a teakwood, old bed lays my hide

Often I think,’ Isn’t it just better if I died?’

My skin’s paled down and my eyes are weary

Everyone who visit me often leave teary

Bound I am to my six-walled confinement

To remain alive-my only assignment.

They call me comatose, they call me vegetable

This is what you would be if your neurons would disable

My nurse cleans me, my nurse feeds me

I’m crying, oh world, why can’t you free me?

To me, there’s no morning or night

I can’t distinguish between darkness and light

A functionless body with its soul intact

Bedsores and sympathy is all I attract.

I see God calling me at the end of the tunnel

My life’s draining out through the end of the funnel

Soon, I’ll be liberated from my life of numbness

And I’ll join the world of intense happiness.