I searched you everywhere,
all around.
Thank Goodness You're Here-
alive and healthy.
Nothing has happened to you,
just your body has swollen
eyes have sunken
and limbs are amputated.
Thank Goodness you've a wheelchair,
just your vision has diminished
your voice has lost its pitch
and scabies hunts down on you.
You're alive,
you too thank God for that
Amen !
care this child, dear Marian.
There's no need to worry,
your mind is all fine
just you tremble at occasions
and fear of shadows creeping by.
Thank Goodness You're OK,
else how could I survive.
I am here
that's 'cause you're there.
Shall I find you a hospital?
or an oldage home
where you could be dumped
with due respect and humour.
Crying,
why are you crying?
Nah!
You're smiling.
Taxi...
taxi...
Well...
take this soul
to your land.
What's the fare?
Ten thousand,
twenty, forty, ninety-
Ma life, spare that.
Your life's needed,
the taxi man said.
Ignoring,
all sum he was paid.
Thank Goodness You're Here,
else how could I survive.
My survival
is yours
but your survival
hasn't been mine.
I'm leaving,
and thank goodness you'll be here
alive,
and healthy.
a bpb 2007 presentation.