The smell, the syringeÂ
needles, overflowing fluids
Open wounds, pain and screams
Panic, prayers, fearful some
Oh, I faint at the sight of blood
Nurses, OT, ICU, MI Rooms
Laboratories, equipments
Blood, medicines,Â
Expression on doc’s face
when he tells his diagnosisÂ
Hearing with pale face
Pounded heart, sweated body
I almost feel dead near mortuaryÂ
God, please keep me away from hospitals
They are only good to visit new born babies
If I ever have to go for check-ups
I pray and pray, thank heaven
So dreadful the thought of admission
No, I never want to be under observation.