Wish to put things to rest

I asked d’ knife, 
what happened!

pat came a reply,

it feels shaky to cut open

If knife‘s reluctant to cut open

how shall I become a surgeon?

Umbrella gone underground,

revealed, its afraid of rain

who will dare to save me

from torrential showers then?

Torch hesitant to face darkness

whom to say, my helplessness?

Abdomen opened, power gone

appendix hides behind caecum

Where do I stand, 
if  during surgery
gall bladder is torn
Escaped stone plays

 peek-a-boo game

in pouches of peritoneum

Pull in, denied by retractors

guts not kept away,

mop packs disobey orders

Needles unwilling to puncture,

to penetrate and pass through

tough tissue structure

How do I suture?

proximate cut edges together

Hydrogen peroxide refuses

to jump in to d’ ulcer,

no wish to kill anaerobes

by nascent oxygen cover

Foam behaves lazy

to initiate granulation

Mg SO₄ disinclined

for slough separation

How do I work,

in such awkward situation?

I’ll work, evidently work

and make each one work,

what so ever

No one allowed a cool nap

with a quilt cover

I’ll ignite passion, create zeal

Umpteen umbrellas to appear,

if clouds float over d’ hill

Thousand pullovers out,

prepared to protect

from biting chill of winter,

never ever hesitate

Knives to fall in line,

queue up in attention

battle ready

in instrument trolley,

to face

any untoward situation

Sutures stuck to needle end

cause no trauma, 
go hand in hand

to pierce, stitch together

tissue of any texture

Now Betadine peroxide lotion

ever ready for any mission

to clean d’ wound well

may be filthy, smelling like hell

All friendly items,

now act prompt,

help me become a surgeon

moved by my bounty zeal,  

create no rebellion
Absolutely no unrest

so won't point a finger,
  wish to put things to rest

But its always worth, a risk taking

Think of my yesteryear,

 everything was golden

memories of childhood,

all the options laid open

Both arms stretched outwards,

balanced walk on railway track

just a walk, with nowhere to go,

no goal to reach, merely a show

Recall d' grasped index of dad,

happy family’s affectionate lad

a trip to weekly rural market,

to choose and buy cricket bat

The field was entirely barren,

only dried up grass and stone

in meadows road didn't exist,

till people started walking on it

Since then

earth has taken multiple turns

in rivers cusecs of water flown

umpteen trains plied on tracks

how many years passed

whom should I ask!

Obviously I’ve grown old

can’t admit, not amply bold

Now I think very often,

Is it absurd to put an ear

on d' track and listen?

if a train approaching,

an idea too thrilling

 Heap up wet sand on foot

and build a sand castle,

to be loved 
by my play partner

Is it inane!, 
appears too odd?

to skip over 
touch me not plants,

 that they won’t fold

 To chase pristine moths

sitting on petals of marigold

A talk to innocuous birds

in sweet chirping words

My grey hair reminds,

I’ve seen enough stuff

Happy pleasant moments,

 periods woeful and rough

turbulent days, horrible nights

pestered peace, needless fights

life a complex combination

of all even uneven situation

Things ought to change,

nothing stays static

Universe a geometrical entity,

keeps on inflating, deflating,

no single thing is everlasting,

neither love, nor human being

Changes instantly happen

without premonition

Eternal fire ignites on its own

extinguishes to reignite soon

3D world gains 
a 4th dimension,

past’s in memory, 
future uncertain

Change, d’ only constant thing

chimpanzees to human beings

wheels to tyres, cycles to cars

voice to signals, sent in wires

No risks taken, 
no acquiral ever,

its too hazardous, 
not to risk at all

 To hope is, 

risk pain to endure

a trail implies, 
a risk of failure

In love means, 
a grave risk taken,

of not being loved in return

tragedy creeps in

or a joyous ending

but its always worth, 
a risk taking