The Hospital Asile

The Hospital Asile Like the highway as long it goes Like the lover's longing Like the winter's silence Like prisoned midnight and falling dawn Like the voyages made by Christopher Tube lights and window panes, Sang the lullaby. The lone street outside, Sleeps in the womb of night. Nurses battling with duties and dreams Doctors gravelled in white and faith Staffs tested their patience and nestled Behind the door, Lay my ailing amma. Her husband. Her father. Her pal. Or somebody! The shivering soul and my frozen veins seated in a long bench Music of my tapping feet in the stained floor tryst with melancholy Lost of fear is lost Light of hope had perished Just like Arctic Ocean covered by ice, Her body covered in white linen. And the ticking 3 AM In the hospital asile Elevator carried lost spirits, Looks like ceramic sculptures.