These lines I wrote for the " Female Medical Ward" (FMW).
Strange thing to write something in the memory of a hospital ward.
But this ward was the center of my days of residency in the Department of Medicine.
I learned a lot..... Professionally and personally....
So when the time was nearing for the training to finish, I felt inclined to write something for this place.
My successors would come and go.
But this ward with its patients, nurses, strange smells ( of antiseptic plus human sweat mixed), its noisy corridor (especially in the morning when the head nurse would shout at the sweeper to clean properly, do this and that, blabla.....)
We used to sit in doctors duty room and rush from time to time to attend to some patient or do the rounds and work up.
Yes I was definitely going to miss this ward in the government hospital !
So the few lines for FMW on 6 th floor....
O! I will miss you my sixth floor,
When I will walk through that door,
Of Department of Medicine,
General Hospital,
Giving way to some new comer.
Ough ! That familiar stink,
Which attacked my nose
and made me blink,
Was I somewhere in hell?
No I was in FMW, General Hospital.
Early in the morning,
And doors are shut,
Banging and screaming,
I give it a jolt,
To get in return,
A very bad sore throat,
And I feel like slapping,
Whosoever I see first.
There comes the sweeper's shout,
Asking the relatives to get out,
I keep on walking,
With my head hung down,
Embarrassed and feeling like a clown.
There ! The nurses are complaining,
How many drips remaining?
Accusing each other of laziness
But neither moving from the seat they possess.
(on night duty.....)
Still of the night,
And a "bibi" has come,
"shishter-shishter !
Patient is restless and almost dead ! "
I run to find all fair and sound,
And just can't help banging my head.
Ah! Our Doctors Duty Room,
Where people come,
And friendships bloom,
This is the place that has witnessed,
All the unsaid things being said.
Our fights and our plays,
When I remember,
My whole world sways.
I wish I could stay some more,
To feel the uniqueness,
Never felt before.
( written on night duty, in late October 1989)
Strange thing to write something in the memory of a hospital ward.
But this ward was the center of my days of residency in the Department of Medicine.
I learned a lot..... Professionally and personally....
So when the time was nearing for the training to finish, I felt inclined to write something for this place.
My successors would come and go.
But this ward with its patients, nurses, strange smells ( of antiseptic plus human sweat mixed), its noisy corridor (especially in the morning when the head nurse would shout at the sweeper to clean properly, do this and that, blabla.....)
We used to sit in doctors duty room and rush from time to time to attend to some patient or do the rounds and work up.
Yes I was definitely going to miss this ward in the government hospital !
So the few lines for FMW on 6 th floor....
O! I will miss you my sixth floor,
When I will walk through that door,
Of Department of Medicine,
General Hospital,
Giving way to some new comer.
Ough ! That familiar stink,
Which attacked my nose
and made me blink,
Was I somewhere in hell?
No I was in FMW, General Hospital.
Early in the morning,
And doors are shut,
Banging and screaming,
I give it a jolt,
To get in return,
A very bad sore throat,
And I feel like slapping,
Whosoever I see first.
There comes the sweeper's shout,
Asking the relatives to get out,
I keep on walking,
With my head hung down,
Embarrassed and feeling like a clown.
There ! The nurses are complaining,
How many drips remaining?
Accusing each other of laziness
But neither moving from the seat they possess.
(on night duty.....)
Still of the night,
And a "bibi" has come,
"shishter-shishter !
Patient is restless and almost dead ! "
I run to find all fair and sound,
And just can't help banging my head.
Ah! Our Doctors Duty Room,
Where people come,
And friendships bloom,
This is the place that has witnessed,
All the unsaid things being said.
Our fights and our plays,
When I remember,
My whole world sways.
I wish I could stay some more,
To feel the uniqueness,
Never felt before.
( written on night duty, in late October 1989)
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