Romeo

Romeo! Romeo! Romeo! I heard someone with a sweet voice Calling in the radiation-therapy zone. And I wondered, Juliet in the hospital! With no balcony and twinning vines? The deserted corridor also echoed - Romeo! Romeo! Romeo! You had been inside for quite sometime. Has anything gone wrong? - I began worrying. And I saw a nurse, her faced covered, Almost, with a green mask, Standing by the entry-restricted door, Her eyes, visibly, searching for someone. And she called out - Romeo! Romeo! Romeo! From nowhere a ward boy, in grey shirt And black trousers, came in Pushing a wheelchair. I caught a glimpse of the name printed On his shirt's breast-pocket, Romeo. A while later, I saw you in the wheelchair, Pushed by Romeo, emerging from the radiation room. I felt a sting of jealousy puncturing my heart, And wished if I could wield A stilleto, pointing its sharp tip To that wretched young-man, Romeo. While I was opening the glass door To usher you out of the clinic, I heard, again, the nurse's voice echoing - Romeo! Romeo! Romeo!