Cancer - Ward Poem by vijay gupta
Cancer - Ward
CANCER - WARD
Circled by four walls,
Small and big rooms,
Pin drop silence,
White sheeted beds,
Several paled faces,
No hope,
No charm,
No taste,
Medicines, Medicines and Medicines,
It is their life.
Doctors are working like a machine.
No affection,
Away from their nearest and dearest,
Waiting for death,
It is cancer ward.
If war broken up,
Several such wards will grow on Earth like fungus.
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