The Ailing Mind. Poem by Gangadharan nair Pulingat..

He was in tears in his eyes
An Old man himself in hospital bed
Doctors visits and routine checkups
Medicines, injections, and cares well
But only to his physical body it works
Somewhere his mind was wandering
Was it something unusual I thought
And tried myself to pacify the man
Myself only a visitor of a dear friend
And attempted to know the woes of oldman
He was suffering in mind, wandering with it
Something he likes to be loved and cared
A little love and affection he likes
Everything gets here but that misses
In the evening he sees a friend in nearby
A beautiful bird that sits in branch of a tree
That near outside his hospital bed
And looking the old man sometimes he thinks
Asking by the bird to come back somewhere
Where its company will sooth the sadness
Only that moment he gets a little comfort
May be a hallucination, in the ailing mind.