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!
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