From the Window

Manoj was on the white bed in the enclosed room with a tiny window  

here and there was massive silence which was exacerbating his pain

In the gigantic darkness he always recognised his feeble and fragile shadow 

From the uncontrolled presence of memories he only gathered bane.

All patients screamed, lamented and sought their own people's affections

But Manoj never wished anything and merely gazed the outside world from the window

As he was an exception on the earth who strived hard to sustain despite all obstructions

He was frustrated and just breathing with the time's flow

That window was the mere means of bliss from him

Who was relishing the life by congregating the beauty of nature

Though he was struggling in the battle of life but he was happy to the brim

He was exploring rapture from the cold breeze though his death was near

That night there was drizzling 

Manoj was staring at the raindrops through the window bars

To give him a rebirth Doctors were striving 

But all efforts were in vain as Manoj had no life and words.