India, Nov. 15 -- Yes, there was an acuteIn my AMLThey treated me so wellThe entire medical teamWith drugs and chemoAnd the persons aroundWho loved meWith care, understandingAnd prayersBegging for my long life firstThen my healthBut the geegaws in my bloodWere on a missionTo land me on my funeralpyreRemission was just a nameOf hopeIn me was filled the darkSoothingness of KaliI mutter to the God of DeathYes I can SirSay it quicklyIt sounds like cancer.Some in the hospitalWill miss me more than theyshouldA random patientSome will remember mywise-cracksAnd some my love for youI have stopped thinking ofyour facesStopped many thingsStarted a couple desultorilyThank you, KaliThank you those who lovedand leftThanks more those wholoved and stayed...