this blog is about a poem i wrote in labour room titled by the same name..i was posted as night duty intern there..after finishinng the routine rounds i sat on my chair..it was almost half past 12 am..i glanced through the ward and noticed peculiar scene..this i formulated into a small poem..
LABOUR ROOM
In the world of all woman,
Alone, dull and 'extinct' man..
Beds, BP and abdominal bumps,
Syringes, needles and plastic dumps..
Husband half-sleepy, waiting for wife,
To deliver, to this world a new life..
Feeling, palpating and hearing with ears,
Some happy, some shouting and some with tears..
Nite duty means no sleep, just yawning,
Writing case-sheets and free time drawing..
Thinking it is almost done, suddenly there is a new one,
Running from bed to bed, patients shouting 'come Doctor come'..
By dawn, the last of your calori is burned,
From head to toe, you are completely churned..
Rajendra patel
LABOUR ROOM
In the world of all woman,
Alone, dull and 'extinct' man..
Beds, BP and abdominal bumps,
Syringes, needles and plastic dumps..
Husband half-sleepy, waiting for wife,
To deliver, to this world a new life..
Feeling, palpating and hearing with ears,
Some happy, some shouting and some with tears..
Nite duty means no sleep, just yawning,
Writing case-sheets and free time drawing..
Thinking it is almost done, suddenly there is a new one,
Running from bed to bed, patients shouting 'come Doctor come'..
By dawn, the last of your calori is burned,
From head to toe, you are completely churned..
Rajendra patel
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