Fifty fifty chance;
The doctor disclose
My dad is lying
On the hospital bed
His painful silence is trying
To communicate something
An x-ray photo and some papers
Remain there useless
Written in black
Nothing can be seen
What’s written there?
"Horror, an under-explored genre in Bollywood'
Only thing that I could see is his thin body
Trembling with terrible pain
His face pale and washed off
Bottles of splines are hanging
As hunting ghosts
The chattering noises of willful nurses
Who ran to inject
His desiccated skin
As if they were hungry vampires
I just covered my face
With both my hands
Since his cry of pain
Is immensely unbearable
When he cries;
My heart beats faster and louder
Hopes fade away
And the ground where I’m standing
Shrink away
No more chance
Exclaims the doctor;
Sorry! He’s gone
I remain answerless
Of the question;
What He might have thought?
While seeing my facial expression
When the doctor said; fifty fifty chance!
