Running their hurried feet;
Plowing the hospital corridor
With longer strides
Contriving an artificial breath
To save life
In the middle of the night
They pounded their palm
Pumping the patients heart,
To revive his unconsciousness
Resuscitating pulmonary flow
On both sides;
As they waited every second
With tons of optimistic glare
On the ECG machine
To crest the blipping line
Time went slipping by;
Pump was removed from the chest
The wires too from electricity;
A slight stumble of Head
Tripping goodbye to life
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