Fifty,Fifty!.

From one's home to Nursing home
Hopes of a come back ardently roam.
The rush to the Intensive Care unit,
On account of being vertically unfit,
Keeps fate fuming in a medical kit.
Life supporting systems can guarantee
Chances of vertical return,only fifty fifty.
From there,some are soon moved to the theater
Not for a screen show,but for a surgical barter.
Men in masks as if in helmets,ride through
The body's inner ring roads,without any rue.
Whether the theater restores the vertical rights,
Or shows the terminal for the horizontal rites,
Depends on the way, each one fairly fights.
Stretchers, iceboxes,biers or coffins celebrate
The horizontal finale of the vertical conglomerate.
It is always the fifty fifty chances that calibrate
The structures of life,between facts and fate.
                                               P.Chandrasekaran.