Fatima.... O.... Fatima Poem by mithilesh yadav

Fatima ……. It is third time repeated
The speaker of that government hospital
Was tired of repeating this name
But nobody replied, neither seen running towards OPD as usual

To everyone's surprise it is not so common
On this speaker's loud voice
Several time many had been seen running
Falling some time some time notifying presence by screening

To break my thought, I saw an old lady
Helped by his old husband
Both in ninety's adorned by wrinkles
Overloaded with that rusty bones and hanging muscles

Fatima had given up to speak
Her husband trying to whir
But both can't be heard
Neither her feelings nor his voice

Annoyed attendant of the OPD
Scolded them for not responding
For the speaker in pain
As it announced Fatima's name

That scolding struck in my mind
Like the thousand hammers strike

The scolding should had been for child of Fatima
Scolded would have the young siblings of Fatima
Scolding should had been for the youngsters of the nation of Fatima
Scolding should had been for this cultural civilizations of this mother world of Fatima

But surely not for her…..who is stillll here………
not for her husband…….Who is still there………