There’s the death waiting to pounce over,
Only left is the aftermath of the tides left over.
She lay isolated far away from mankind,
She was the loving and dedicated nurse of a kind.
A deadly virus had spread the blanket over her.
Probably her inner conscience spoke of,
The limited time left with her,
Battling the Nipah virus will be soon over.

She committed herself to the thankless profession.
Had she not nursed the deadly virus affected patient,
Perhaps she would have been alive here today.
Too late, she realized that the same had taken
Over the life of her patient.
She felt saddened yet unknown to her was,
The virus had already infected her blood.

She never knew it would be her turn to bid bye.
Just a day ago she had fever,
Yet ignoring her health she continued her work.
Finally, her health started deteriorating,
So she got admitted in the same hospital.
She found herself in an isolated ward,
Which made her realize she too contracted the same.

Her husband has been just a wall away.
Though she wanted to see him and her little children.
But thinking of their security she paused there for moments.
She knew her fate was holding her hand to death.
Then she scribbled just few words for her beloved at the last!

Only we can pray today is “May her soul Rest In Peace!”

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The young dedicated Indian nurse Lini Puthussery from Kerala needed to be applauded, awarded for her selfless service which costed her dear life while treating Nipah virus affected patient. She was attached to Perambara’s Tukul hospital
in Kozhikode, Calicut. We appreciate the young woman’s dedication to her thankless profession.
The Nipah virus infection, spread mainly by fruit bats and has symptoms like breathing trouble, brain swelling, fever, headache, drowsiness, disorientation and delirium. A patient can fall into coma within 48 hours. It travels through direct contact with a patient. There is no vaccine for Nipha virus yet, as per World Health Organization.

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You know I’m the vengeance
Directing
The reckless
Infestive
Obstructive destructive
Despondent injection
Obsessively restin’
Asleep at night
Sextin’
With demons
Of order and chaos
Aggression
Next lesson. They tell you they’re vegan while un-salad dressin’
Testin’ and testin’ and Bespin your friendship
And readin’ your story
Awaiting to end it
The hatchets we bury
To Hades we send it
The western elite of the borderlands wolves
In the north but there’s so much more northern to go
To the arctic we bask
And then drown in the glow
Cuz we flow with the snow
And we stroll with the wave of the LSD
slideshow
Rock and we roll
And we let the world know
There ain’t nothin’ this Latin American don’t
Consider before resorting to violence
Trust me my people were peasants and pirates
We’ve made a new world with some Holy Cross virus
We burned down the fields till the babies grew quiet
We built all your cities for ours were of gold
Then we ripped out your heart and we watched you grow old
In the cold
Jungle heavens
Where 6’s 8 7’s
Pollutants and mutants
And magic illusions
My gods are the marvelous magnetic humans
A core brotherhood
Left A F, but not rude
We bump night in the dark
And swing noose on the mood
Like the Musso de’ Lini
Yea Mikey says hi
Let him cry like the grito de lares
Inside
A reminder I claim his Malinche,
My bride
And I show her the world
From a whole other side
Where united as one
We keep mixing perspective
Until all the colors of wind
Are reflected

The Name...

Lini Solo Altimari, a name I read once in an obit.
I have no idea who she was only that her
life ended at 25 years. Did someone love her
and now they sob alone, tormented by
what might have been? Did she have dreams
that she pursued only to have death step in?
Her name has haunted me for decades. Maybe
I knew her in another life. Maybe I loved her
and shared her dreams.
We go through life with a small circle, a small
group we think we know. All we know is
the surface, what’s deep is always a secret.
But a name in a obit captures us for a reason.
Perhaps this life isn’t our first. Perhaps deja vu
is a real peek into our past. Perhaps, someday
someone will read our name in an obit
and pause to wonder why it seems so familiar.