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