Wednesday, September 3, 2008

In a hospital

the strong smell of tidiness
dwarfs the signs of death.

the marks of the spilled blood
are wiped clean, like the sorry on the faces
by a plastic smile

Amidst the screams and shrieks inside us
we hope for optimism and a signal of continuity
like the color of those curtains.


Sashu... said...

so very true :) but i juz can't make myself to acknowledge diz one...maybe coz i see de hospital in a different hue :) nevertheless a very spot-on write trinath!!

Rukhiya said...

I second Sash. We are on the other side of the prism, fortunately or unfortunately. :)