The calendar says Sunday
only an intern hanging around
no doctors will visit
the tubes look relaxed
wanting to leave me
I stop looking at the white ceiling
with trapped yellow lights
and whirring white fans
and look out of the window
A bed on this corner is a boon,
but I don’t remember
when I stopped counting good
A tiny Straggler Daisy
has found its way to the grey wall
sunshine on a rainy day
threatens to swallow the clouds
a few colourful leaves
cheering on
from the ground
threaten to gatecrash the party
yet to be planned
I wish my daughter a happy birthday
she says
“Dad, the party’s tomorrow
You are being discharged at 10 am”
The yellow daisy winks
And the leaves dance with the wind.
Poetics Tuesday at dVerse – Get out your crayons and come colour with me
a bleeding crayon
stains the reluctant canvas
revealing a core
silent, unseen hues – remnants
of artistic moods, labelled
unworthy of expression
Creative Experiments and More 
Nicely written Reena 👏 A little bit of stubborn hope 👍
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