Dr. Yogesh Sharma
Scary House - Poem by Dr. Yogesh Sharma
Hospitals are frightened home,
Where all loath to step in,
But all go, with high hopes.
Here people come to wish,
A few more weeks or months or years;
For themselves or for dear ones.
Blessed one succeed but ill-fated fail.
But this is life and destiny,
No body can erase,
The command of Lord Brahma.
Waiting in the attendant box,
With breath in suspension,
But doctor asks for a cup of coffee,
To revitalize himself on the knife.
Waiting for my love,
To regain consciousness,
Recuperating after operation.
Alas! Instead in my arms;
Or on my bosom,
She is on the command of a surgeon,
For lucky ones, an angel, for unlucky—Yam raj.
This is life or fate,
One is in hospital,
Others with beloved on long drive.
Life is beautiful who love it,
Love is more beautiful, who have it.
Everyone needs life and love,
The Sweetie in right place.
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