Ward no. 4

Ward no. 4
Ward with one long bay window
Days and nights passed me through it,
Sun came up and departs
As the rain and breeze through it,
We three, weak in pain and bored
Stared at each other
Laughed at every possible opportunity we got
There was a clock hidden by the curtain rails
Only she could see it,
Our miss Marple,
We often asked her
“What is the time now sweetie”
Struggling to fix her specs
There comes the reply
Twenty minutes past…
Time and space remains frozen
Out side our long window,
But in the far distant lane,
There was a room with yellow walls,
Old grey and spooky
We wonder, What is going on there?
We came up with our own theories
Our ninety year old Miss Marple said with a fake seriousness,
“Storage for dead bodies”
My middle aged room mate giggled,
“Oh no, an office for ETs,
See the flashy lights in-between”
Me the romantic dream about a girl
Trapped inside
Opening up her heart in-between and show her burning love
So that her lover can come and rescue her
I dream and dream about the feathers falling all over
Till a wet and worried lip kiss my forehead…
“four more to go Mr.P….
Four more to go…”
Life in ward for continues….