Table Death

Her heartbeat was louder now

In the silence

She slept alone in the Operation Theatre

The stetho passed through her chest

The cuff around her arms

A Pierce in her vein 

Her hands were cold

Not a tear she could unfold

A child's laughter

All she could remember 

May be its not her heart  

But her mind that needs the guard

The ECG Curve have given the same result

Not one two but for the umpteenth  time

Echo may help

He said

But no, heart was weak

Now all she could see

Was blood leak

Through her skin

The incision was taken

Just above the ribs

Oxygen could only keep her alive

For few seconds 

Or so

She wished it was not her last breathe

Now her brain is tired

But she's not ready  for Table Death