Poems by
Chaparala RPC Dr

Our Hospital

a poem by Chaparala RPC Dr

As you enter you see
a huge gutter with glee

To the right is the deity
people prostrate with gaiety

To the left is the imageology
recourse we take to know the human geology

There we have the casualty
patients know not their vulnerability

Up you go, you hear the cacophony
no wonder you are in the kids company

Astride you go, you hear the dames
striving to deliver the babes

And then you are caught in a maze
rubbing your shoulders with those who set the anatomy ablaze