A Breath, At Last.

A baby girl was born in a tiny hamlet;

Tiny and blue, she began her first innings in the ICU.

A frequent visitor; the nebulizer was her healing amulet,

To her, the IV Lines and oxygen masks were nothing new.

Bubbly and bright, she greeted everyone in her sight,

The apple of her mother’s eye;

There wasn’t a treatment they didn’t try,

Yet the little one was always cheerfully high.

A constant worry about the future,

A test was done to reveal the disease nature,

It was a faulty gene they said,

Going on, it would be a rocky road ahead.

Yet another episode came and went,

Each time making a slow but steady dent,

Until her poor lungs could no longer pay this oxygen rent,

Every cell in her body was thoroughly spent.

In delirium she spoke of a happier place,

Perhaps there would be a garden at this unknown place,

She hoped she could breathe at a slower pace then,

And thus retired the brave girl to a heavenly embrace.

Written in memory of Darshini a 15 year old girl, a regular at Cheluvamba Hospital who was a case of Primary Ciliary Dyskinesia. 

Darshini fought bravely until her untimely death. Will always remember her for walking into the PG doctors room and making conversation with us, asking us random questions, with a wide toothy smile. 

Rest in Peace. ❤️🙏🏼