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Year : 2022  |  Volume : 10  |  Issue : 4  |  Page : 114-115

The year whitewashed: Remembering the first wave


Department of Orthopaedics, Government Medical College, Haldwani, Uttarakhand, India

Date of Submission19-May-2022
Date of Decision12-Jul-2022
Date of Acceptance12-Aug-2022
Date of Web Publication14-Sep-2022

Correspondence Address:
Ganesh Singh Dharmshaktu
Department of Orthopaedics, Government Medical College, Haldwani - 263 139, Uttarakhand
India
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Source of Support: None, Conflict of Interest: None


DOI: 10.4103/mjhs.mjhs_11_22

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Dharmshaktu GS. The year whitewashed: Remembering the first wave. MRIMS J Health Sci 2022;10:114-5

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Dharmshaktu GS. The year whitewashed: Remembering the first wave. MRIMS J Health Sci [serial online] 2022 [cited 2023 Feb 3];10:114-5. Available from: http://www.mrimsjournal.com/text.asp?2022/10/4/0/356072



It is white

Everywhere,

Ambulances

Running amok,

Leaving bodies

Lying on ground

Packed and sealed,

In white.

The doctors

In white-protection suits

Look-like angels

On a long

Graveyard shift.

They showed in my lung

Cotton-like opacities

Enough to weave

A white shroud for me.

Beneath the

Haziness,

Within the scan

The diagnosis

Remained crystal clear.

Unlike the transparent

Face shield

Fogged with breath

And a doctor behind

Soaked in sweat.

As I breath hard and

Till I breath hardly

The doctor drenched

Inside the hazmat suit

Has equally dry throat.

The aprons shine bright

In a long dark night call

And men in white standing tall

Despite sore knees and soles

At least the mask

That saves life

Hides bruises

And bites

On the face

That wore them.

Helpless charade

Of a COVID call

Is a war

Without knowing

Thy enemy

And the cries of humanity

Match those in the war zone.

And scar left on the

Body and soul

Is one heavy

Badge of honor

To a warrior

Too helpless

To stand.

Many in white robes,

The medical brethren,

Serving this war

Were also seen

Clad in white

Lying on floor

Like white doves.

All they dreamt

Was to breathe free

And a brighter day

As peaceful

As white.

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Conflicts of interest

There are no conflicts of interest.






 

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