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