Stairs of hospitals
Tell a chain of stories.
Of patients,
Of Doctors,
Of the odour of medicines,
Of bystanders.

Every glance through the
tarnished window bars
of the ward
lead a hope to the world,
free from the smell of drugs.

The frightful atmo from
the cries of ambulance
violating the ‘keep silence’

The rays of dawn
accompany when
the life giving water, as a drop
falls through the drip stand.

The unsought Bodies
left in the frozen
morchery building.
Are they really dead? Or alive?
Not sure.

Is there anything left,
for those rotten eyes to utter?

Yes, maybe.
About life,
About light,
About flowers, butterflies,
And finally,
The boredom of the
Noiseless world.




Picture Nick Victor

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3 Responses to HOPE

    1. Nice poem ….. Continue making it!!!

      Comment by Achuoth kuol on 12 June, 2022 at 12:06 pm
    2. Awesome

      Comment by Muhammed swalih on 12 June, 2022 at 12:36 pm
    3. Wow.well done Midlaj 😍

      Comment by Fathima zahara on 12 June, 2022 at 1:39 pm

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