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Of Disinfectants And Hope
Of Disinfectants And Hope
White walls, white coats, stark gritty rooms,
Stethoscopes, and no Smiles.
People lined up waiting, for their turn
Hopeful, to find a cure to their Ailments
Placing their trust, and themselves in experienced hands.
The hospital smelled, of disinfectants
And of the iodoform lingering in the air.
Why not of the hope I wondered
That finds it's placed Leaving one, filling another.
The walls looked spick and span
Scrubbed thoroughly Of all traces,
Of all that these walls have witnessed.
These walls hold many emotions, many memories.
The sigh of relief,
When a loved one makes it through.
T
he cry of joy
When a new life has arrived.
The bone-chilling wails of the mother who lost her son.
And the widow, he left
The silent sniffles marred by intuition,
Of the impending death.
The giggles, the smiles, of the children unaware
A few days of life left but unending innocence to spare.
As I sat, two high pitched shrills echoed
Piercing my reverie 'It's a girl!', announced the father joyfully
While another woman cried inconsolably over her old father's body.
The hospital smelled, of disinfectants
And of the iodoform lingering in the air.
And of the various emotions spawn, as they lay bare.
