TROUBLED HEART

She was pretty, she was nice,

who felt my pulse in a day thrice.

Wearing a stetho around her neck,

bright were her eyes behind the specs.

With  mischievous smile,

when she pricked the needle of a syringe,

Oh! God What a pain!!...........

Hey!!! Not in the vein…….

But in the Heart!!!

Alas! Only a sufferer could understand.

That day when I was discharged, I was sad.

No more I’ll get to see her.

Her tender hands never to feel my pulse again.

With a heavy heart, I left.

Weeks after, when the date was due,

I went for removal of my suture,

I was quite excited.

With a wish say her Hi,

I entered the ward, to which I was admitted before.

I found her.

Saw her attending a man in the same bed,

whose fractured leg was tied up in the air.

With same smile she was then pricking a needle into him.

Felt pity for the man, who must have lost his heart by then.

Giving my advancing emotions a back gear,

I told to myself, “It’s always better to call a nurse as sister”

TROUBLED HEART - (A poem by me "Troubled Heart", I scribed few of the lines during my recent stay in Apollo Hospital Bhubaneswar.)