We met
Somewhere in this
Narrow cooridor of
Medicine!
This pain and loneliness
Striking somewhere!
And the stinking medicines
Made our tongues
Tasteless!
But,
We made them stand back
By our little chats,
Silly games and
Mocking eachother!
But, sometimes I fear:
are we restricted
Only to this frenzy of despair
For ever?
Or,
Will there be
An enlightened new path
Opened by His grace?
We saw
So many doves here,
But, now, sometimes
Why they appear as crows?
On seeing my panic
On other faces
It makes out to me:
This is life
And it has got
So many corridors!
But,
Are they really dark?
Silssa (1983 - 99)
For the very first time, I liked staying in Regional cancer center. It was because of a small boy named Arun. What this Arun means? If I am to write, it means Sun, the sole living source. He made my life joyful in this medical desert. We used to have long chats in the evenings.we used to play games.We also teased about the officials in this hospital. cute naughty brother.
But today, he is going. And I feel like a girl who lost her boy for amusement! But, he will be coming back here soon again.
(Arun didn't come back. I didn't tell her that he is no more)
premji premji
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