No more should you pat my head
Get me away from this hospital bed
It’s an ideal hell that God never visits
His representatives lack Godly spirits
Physician on duty overlooks cases
Nurses in apron manage all patients
The hospital is tangled garbage around
Stringent phenyl is sprayed profound
Visitors are taken to the sight of hell
Noses are blocked by involuntary smell
The asthma patient is severely coughing
The heart patient is crossly breathing
The overdosed patient is just howling
A patient outside is eagerly waiting
My dear son, I’m in the threshold of doom
Take, lift me and put my body in prayer room
I solemnly seek God’s blessings and solace
My end prayer will ensure me divine peace
The withered voice murmured
A few precise words he uttered:
When God kills, a doctor can’t heal
When he heals, no one can kill
Copyright @Poet,24 January,2019