I could see Death smiling at the bend of the stairs; Greeting me like one of those odd known faces I meet upon every visit. I could see that he was merely playing the last time around.

Arpita Roy

June 4, 2015 · 

Dear Friend,

I went to the hospital today.
First floor and first door on the right.
Numbers on doors.
Numbers against names.
A woman screaming numbers.

Wearing that old huge blue dress
That never fits me,
I waited 'patiently' for the x ray.
Suddenly I remembered all the rooms above.
I do not like to think about them.
They are arranged neatly
Like a solved jigsaw puzzle really.

I could see Death smiling at the bend of the stairs;
Greeting me like one of those odd known faces
I meet upon every visit.
I could see that he was merely playing the last time around.

I hate hospitals and blue dresses that do not fit.
Do you think God is tired of this place as well?