In A Clinic...

The clinic is full with patients, holding the numbers, Waiting for their turns, hearing the announcer, Mostly recorded voice of a woman, whose vocal cord, Still perfectly the same as few years back, The funny nurses in white uniform showing the fringes, Repetitive works never bored them to screech, A pregnant woman, carrying two young children, Who make noise and tantrum to seek the attention, A cute little girl befriends another girl, not of her color, Both pick up the educative pamphlets from the counter, To make the paper boats and name that as ships, Elderly human in crutches and wheel chairs, Helped by the young relatives or the friends, Though they are ill, they look cheerful and vibrant, One after another the patients go into the consulting room, Return with prescription to collect medicines from the pharmacy, The human in white coats wearing the face masks, Walk around once in a while. The patients may be dull, The patients may be exhausted, as they are in the clinic, When the masks are removed, I see the sad faces of doctors, Who are over worked and tired of understanding the troubles.