TUBES
Here a tube , there a tube, everywhere a tube, tube ;
Locked up in a tiny room I am, as if in a cube
One for intake of oxygen, one for output of peritoneal drainage
Both in and out of my Parsi nose; what an outrage !
Yet another from the bladder, n intravenous on my hands both
Two at the feet, to circulation help; only these 2, I do not loathe.
Lord, You made our body so perfect, oozing with health ;
When ill, we humans try to it repair, spending enormous wealth.
Armin Dutia Motashaw
