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Hospital Haiku



A strip of fifteen haiku that I brought from
All India Institute of Medical Sciences, New Delhi


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I hate going there
The medicines’ smell’s vulgar
Let me go elsewhere
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Right in front, she cries
Left, the little girls giggle
The men are pensive
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They have the papers
Their death written on them, clear
Where are the doctors?
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Between life and death,
our home and the hospital,
We smile and we cry
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Now there’s an old man
He stares as if he knows us
through his big black glass
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Hard, the madman shrieks
He shouts he know where truth lives:
Inside his sane mind
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All the world is sick
Hospitals are bad for health
Go, get drunk and die
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The doc smiles and speaks
Almost pop out the man’s eyes
Man! He’s got a girl!
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Hoping to get well
Sleeping on the cold footpath
They wait for their turn
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The only good thing
The tall, huge hospital has:
The cute lady doc
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Token Forty-nine
That will be quite a long wait
Smoke in the washroom
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The docs discover
His illness is from yearning
Guns to be guitars
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I like white aprons
It makes me a clean, real doc
I cure love sickness
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A big instrument
He got it stuck up his ass
Used to eat money
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I went for treatment
And I was prescribed haiku
Now I feel so fine
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