Looking out of the window,
I saw the birds flying.
Seeing them so free
I felt like crying.
Then a ‘voice’ said,
You are not here to stay.
So bear with the loneliness
Just for a day.
I got up and stood
Near the window,
And opened it to breathe
The fresh air from the meadow.
As it filled my lungs,
I began to feel light
And no longer envied
The birds their flight.
I got up and changed
And took myself to task,
And to bear with a smile
A day in a hospital ward.
lovely poem when wrought by the nature as the healer of the body and mind, and free air is the way to freedom by the man, well penned,10/10, thanks for sharing
loneliness and sickness....moreover admitted in the ward could sometimes leave patient a trail of hallucination........of being abandoned and neglected. well written mamta........keep going
I had spent around five long months in Puna's Army Orthopaedic Ward, when I had broken the tibia head of my right leg! I fully appreciate the sentiments & emotions of this poem! Please read my Thoughts on Pain - which reflects the suffering, pain & tears rolling down mother's eyes - which I had witnessed there! -Raj Nandy
Nice poem mam...very close to feelings....really good...keep posting...! ! ! ...read mine also....i think u'll feel nice.... :)
a day in a hospital ward seems like an eternity, time freezes when one is sick.well done i enjoyed the poem.
A lovely poem rains hope on the droughts we face...thanks
It seems to be very hard to spend a lonely day anywhere but don't forget, that makes you feel what you can feel when you are with the people. You felt happy in the end of the poem. You recognized the reality when you were alon isn't. That's great. When we are alone the best it is for us to enjoy.
The simplicity of words and thoughts are highlights of this poem. very heart warming. sathyanarayana
Mamta, unfortunately, i know that feeling all too well, and your vivid depiction of that scenario brought back my many experiences as a patient in a Hospital....all of which, thankfully, concluded, just as this fine work of yours does...smooth & successfully! ~ FjR ~ ..2008..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
very sweet poem, it all depends on us how we spend our time...whether it is for a day or longer it is not in our hands but the gesture you have suggested in these lines can help wonders...very nice poem.