A day at the Hospital

Very recently my granny suffered a bi ventricular failure. She was on ventilator for a few days. We all waited anxiously till she was declared fit for an angioplasty that gave her a new life. In the process we took turns to spend days at the hospital running around with medicines and waiting to meet the doctors. A rather unusual scene for most of us... It got me thinking and I killed time at the waiting lounge by writing a small description of a typical hospital scene.

Screaming sirens guide you in,
The cold air inside pricks you like a pin.
Long faces at every corner,
The sign boards serve as a stern warner.



                           







With bated breath people restlessly wait,
Hoping & praying its not too late.
Prayers & chants are in full flow,
Some of them fast, some slow.

In comes a bleeding soul,
Body full of wounds & holes.
Face covered with tubes & mask,
Docs sure at hand have a task.












On a single call people run up the stairs,
To catch a glimpse of the ones they care.
The bodies lie in pain & despair,
A sight for some, too much to bare.


For some, its the worst of their fears,
They breakdown into a sea of tears.
They scream & shout beating their chests,
Forcing the experts to re do all tests.






As they wheel out one lifeless body,
In comes rushing another injured body.
A routine sight for some to see,
Not a place to be for you & me.