The Creepy Ward No.9 Poem by Usman Hanif

Their shadows passing there by
The long que of waiting desperate patients
with their spirits as if ready to fly
Wardboys with empty bottles pass by
The empty bottles spilling with the pain
The pain of the poor who suffer
Doctors with their labcoats so careless!
like they're sorting out the dead
The white coffins to dress them with
Wheelchairs making the serene cries
Like the headaches of the waiting inside
Like the silent patients, ready to run
Like the hair running down their bald heads
Like their ears fluttering to save them
Every single pore of them cries in vain!
And the doctors pass by...

Despite the intensity of their breaths
They still wait, wait for the spirit!
To embrace them...
'tis their anticipation!
But they'd always have to suffer...
They are not even ready for it
And the doctors pass by...

Lo! the child, he hasn't even born yet
And he's been pierced with the needles!
He even don't know how to cry
But he could feel the surge of pain!
His father still stands waiting
And the doctors pass by...

The desperate spirits wandering
The spirits of the dead in waiting
Waiting to embrace...
Those who are in pain
To kill their pain, they're calling
And the doctors pass by...

18-04-2008