NO MATTER HOW MUCH HEARTBREAKING LAST NIGHT WAS,
No matter how much tight, the late last peg was,
No matter how much rebellious my morning mind was,
Sharp 8:10 AM, white coat and the same 107 no. opd in the hospital
Was where i belonged forever.
Before i could recline on the same blue seat,
An old man whimpered and cried in guilt.
His 35 year old granddaughter could never find a match
To blame was his arm’s 2 by 3 white patch
under the off-white vest’s hanging sleeves.
And I was like, ohh I was thinking to take day off
this helpless patriarch was all in need of me.
Suddenly a call from the ems,
Leaving the 80 year old, i did sweep.
dude stop this culprit pill and add steroids,
I said to my medicine colleague.
On the way back, i grabbed a tea and few drowsy steps,
Some staff sister yelled my name with respect.
It was her daughter’s facial scars.
For marriage, she had only 10 days of her life (as if) left.
All she wanted was a miracle not treatment.
With a brand new face.
While hot tea was about to jump out of the cup,
I just wondered,
How certain conditions become so severe.
It’s not treating the white patch or scar that worried me,
But the increasing insecurities that still prevails.
Even though we treat it, the stigma remains.
In our society, where girl’s marriage is THE SOUL END,
Of her existence.
Now we depend on Science for the miracles,
just for our own very acceptance..
