Corridors of Quiet Chaos

Blinding lights, the smell of chlorhexidine Green colored scrubs, white coats and the strange red of povidone-iodine A place where chaos and calm coexist as two sides of a coin A realm where anguish and hope align, a balance between both cruel and divine It’s a glimpse of hope for some, for others it’s a livelihood It’s a place where trials of love, life and relations many have withstood While one breathes his first, other breathes his last It’s a place where everyone belongs to the same community, race and caste Its walls have heard more genuine prayers than any Temple, Mosque or Church Its floors have felt more weary knees than any sacred perch Life and death, love and hate, the lines between all is blurred A place where a doctor’s ambition and the patient’s belief are undeterred Though it’s a privilege to be here, especially when I am not the ill and sick Sometimes, I close my eyes and truly wish Couldn’t everyone be cured of all their diseases If every pain could find release, and all suffering forever cease But then I realize it is truly a miracle, the existence of such a place A place where both God and Death, we truly embrace From reading about bones like parietal and occipital I step into this new world- The Hospital.