I wanted to have a medical check-up, <br />To ascertain how healthy I was; <br />The next day when the sun was up, <br />I went to the hospital to find out my flaws. <br /> <br />My mobile phone blinked to my dad’s call, <br />In a restricted zone forbidden to answer; <br />To convey this I sent a message small, <br />“I am at the hospital, call you later.” <br /> <br />A call followed to my friend waiting outside, <br />From my alarmed father shaken to the core; <br />To enquire whether he was at my bedside, <br />Concluding that I was hospitalized for sure! <br /> <br />The word ‘hospital’ was the spoilsport, <br />That pressed the panic button; <br />Had I just messaged “call you later” in short, <br />It would have been happily taken! <br /> <br /> <br />28 SEP 2009,1: 20 AM<br /><br />Ranjit Ravindran<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-am-at-the-hospital-call-you-later/
