Hospital Corridors
Hospital Corridors
The corridors of the hospital have so many tales to tell,
my new found friends are the security guards,
"Standing at your service they say",
without even a second of pause they stand there.
With tales a many to unfold through the night,
so that they can keep their wink away.
Not a drop of water to drink,
nor a place to sit,
at attention, they stand,
at your service their motto.
My pain and boredom so minuscule,
amidst these men who stand in those corridors,
as if they were sentinels in warfare,
with worn-out eyes,
yet at your service, it speaks.
Men at work they are indeed,
and I find myself now not alone with my boredom,
in these lonely corridors which have so many tales yet to unfold in days to come!
©Chitra Arun
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