The day grows old
Along with me
As I sit and stare randomly
At those sitting or standing
For their turn
Looking around I perceive
Not, a radiant smile on any face
All look tired and strained
Perplexed at what the future
Holds in store
I heave a sigh
Am here drowning the hours
As the sun is ready to disappear
Dusk is setting in, striding gently
The sky grows golden
As the rays tumble and shimmer
In the waters riding home on the waves
The moon still hiding behind
With its majestic family of stars
That will soon twinkle and spread its silvery sheen guarding the moon
The chirping sounds are no longer heard
The broad masculine branches
Have tucked them to sleep in their nests
To awaken them at the crack of dawn
Am I to sit here until I am exhausted
And fall asleep?
Will someone come and wake me Up, from this miserable place?
Am more sickly than before
Simply feel like running out
For a breath of fresh air
To breathe and freshen up
My dampened spirit
~Shobha Diwakar
Jabalpur, India
Your poem Ms Diwakar depicts the pain of sitting in the hospital lounge/ waiting room. Even when you wish to take some rest you can’t. No matter how sick one feels the patient has to wait patiently for his / her turn. It can be an extremely terrible experience. You have presented this idea very well along with beautiful imagery.
yes, ASB to witness sick people sitting for long hours awaiting their turn to visit the doctor alone or with relatives is indeed a pain in the neck. apart from the fear of getting infected with the surrounding crowd it does drown one’s spirit with the withdrawn faces you face thanks for your wise comments
Very vivid scene of helpless pain and fatigue . Calm and serene words hide volcanic frustration …, yet what to do !
Thanks Jaishree ji for hittithe nail on the head
Yes frustration wrings out your emotions when the sick is deprived of quiorelief fro his pain
The long hours of waiting drowns one’s energy
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Regrets