Waiting to see the consultant as an outpatient
Minutes move by and hours pass by making you impatient
One comes out as other goes in, still how many patients?
Even as your heart harps, mind admires the physician’s patience.
As your turn comes and, you see the intern
“How long have you had this?”, he asks with concern
And proceeds to probe all your deeds and ‘miss’ deed
From what you eat to where you slept, only to help you indeed!
He hears the lung’s lullaby and heart’s hustling with stethoscope
Sees you eye to eye, deep into the eye with ophthalmoscope
Even as he takes off his white robe
Says He ‘You are infested with a terrible microbe’.
“Call Mary”, orders the medic, “Feel his pulse”
Feels sorry the patient, failing to check his impulse
Acute as he is, with all his body heat
Cute as she is, measures him in Fahrenheit.
“Gulp this” says the girlie, handing over a tab of paracetamol
“Help yourself as I rub the swab of alcohol!”
As the millies from the vial being syringed
Your sinews, feel your milieu being infringed.
“Will I be all right?”, you ask your illness course
Wondering whimsically what has brought this curse
“Don’t worry, be happy” , consoles the nice nurse
Swells your heart with hope, even as your fingers feel a thinner purse.
When one gets ill
He goes to the doctor to have some pill
If he gets well, he pays the bill
Or out of sight, having left his will!
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