While Lying On A City Hospital Bench Poem by Lajpat Chawla

I called her but,
She refused to come,
The sleep,
Into my eyes.
I looked at moon,
The worked up stars,
All looked fighting
Sleepless wars.

The mechanics in garage
Repaired
The ambulances,
And painted
White the dented scars.
The boy at the hospital canteen,
Dozed,
But washed the dishes,
With no hold,
With no bars.

I took up the job,
I found,
Was to be done.
I filled the milk,
For the hungry infants,
In to empty
Feeding bottles,
From a couple of huge jars.

I looked at the moon,
The worked up stars.
All looked fighting
Sleepless wars.