It's so calm here;
So peaceful, beautiful, wonderful…
The only sounds one can hear
Are those of birds chirping,
The leaves rustling,
The wind whistling,
Through the trees,
Their branches
Dancing and swaying…
Far away from the mad hustle
And bustle of the city,
Far away from the madding crowds…
As my whole being begins
To drown itself in the ecstasy
Of silence and the music of nature,
A pitiful wail of a patient
Rudely jolts me back to reality,
And I realize that I am sitting
Right outside a ward
Of a TB hospital,
A last resort for many.
Thank you poet. Its a lovely creation. Everyone has two worlds whether he perceives or not. I would love to have your comments on my poems.Will you be kind to visit my page?
Well written Mam. I quote A last resort is a wonderful line which is loud enough to describe the anguish. Lovely write..
The solemn atmosphere at the t b hospital and stak reality of poor's plight is vividly captured. I think you should have closed the poem at 'When there is no place left to go.' especially because the preceding line alreadyrefers tothe hospital as last resort.
Thanks for the suggestion. I agree some pruning of words is required.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
wow.... beautiful beginning with an unexpected end...