Misery

Misery sits hidden from us at blind spots on traffic lights

It twirls itself in neurons and muscles and cysts and clots

And covers itself under smiling skin and merry songs

And in the house of time, unwelcome, it arrives unannounced picture

It drives us hurriedly to these massive buildings where people pray to human gods

They wear white and blue and their shrine always spots a cross

Where some are hanged and some redeemed

Hospitals are a miserable sight

The siren of the chariot, the ambulance it’s called, is never pleasant.

It declares arrival of mortals to a place where their intellect and power

Plans and stories, all suffer a time lapse

Rewinding their lives, struggling with pain

They sit in corridors where stretchers never lay bare

The reek of medicines, antiseptics, syringes and blood

Floors are always white and you hardly spot any clocks

On walls which drip not with old paint but cement which cries in agony

Hospitals don’t believe in time, they stick a tongue in your face

Saliva results cure or mockery

Photograph by Amitoj Singh

 

 

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