who is free one who died or one alive

Waiting for his time to come,

We all were there,

In lush green lawns of hospital,

Time and again,

Doctors came with the list of medicines they prescribe,

He was there in machines,

Battling for life,

Breathing easily in and out,

The air....

Which they pumped in him,

Pulse normal beating perfect,

Chances of survival,

As Doctors say minimal,

We pray for him,

Early recovery from the shackles of machines around,

He being alone there,

With pain subsidised in killers they gave,

Looking back with dew in his eyes,

Thinking of times goneby,

He Quit,

As he wanted to be free,

From the chaos around which,

The chatter patter of machines,

Curious eyes of naives made,

Holding him back,

Stopping,

From breaking the barriers,

Now as he is gone,

Question remains....

Who is free.


He or We