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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