Hospital


As I walked past the mortuary room
The morticians were busy picking a coffin 
And, so were other staff in their roles 
like there is no tomorrow. 
I felt like life is nothing 
But the package of melancholies. 

As I walked past the psyche- ward  
I saw miserable souls being bruised   
Inside the prison of bones and flesh
My eyes welled-up with tears
Upon seeing their pathos-ridden lives. 

As I walked past the Emergency 
I saw the grannies were crying 
Because of their terminal illness 
I fast forwarded my life and implanted 
the futuristic suffering within me. 
Thus, envisioned the borders 
between life and death. 

As I walked past the maternity ward
The mother was crying owing to labour 
Upon receiving the bundle of love
Her tears dried up and smile colonized her
Facial –geography. 
After all, hospital is the fountain of knowledge
To learn the eclectic mix of philosophies
I was enlightened upon observing 
The hustle and bustle in and around hospital.