I did notice you when you entered the premises on that chair,
which the lady was pushing across the room making her way.

I did notice your still skinny body on that,
which seemed to have given away all the hopes.

I did notice when a lady asked to lay you down on the stretcher,
and some other guy picked you in his arms to lay you down.

I did notice the distressed faces,
who may have been carrying you for years.

I did notice when you were carried to the same ward,
unaware of your condition which looked pitiful.

I did notice when your sister was rubbing your limbs,
concerned about the little brother who suddenly fell immovable after a fever.

I did notice her anxiety when she breakdown in panic,
and was taken to the emergency ward on the very same chair.

I did notice the disposition of your mother,
who was holding you tight round the clock.

I did notice that you seemed to be of the same age,
so tired to strike a conversation.

I did notice the helplessness in you,
which was reflected in your faintly visible smile.

What I did not notice is the musical soul we have in common,
who loved to play the guitar and learned from the same music school.

But I did notice the sinking of my heart in prayers,
as we were leaving the ward.