Hospital of Life

Summer has come again,
Burning brusises;
And giving pain.
After all,
The Sun has burnt my Guns,
Bullet-less.

Like,
my girl,
strayingly, left me wounded;
In jungles of this World.
Frighteningly,
I wont slip this tongue;
To utter those three words, again.

I'm waiting,
For thundering monsoons;
To pour some crimson rain.
Touchingly,
They'll heal my wounds;
From green to mellow stains.
Yellow remains...

Someday after,
Walking, two steps ahead;
I'll be healed afresh.
Wednesday, in my ages,
THat wont fade;
I'll be healed afresh.
Everynight i scream,
My prayers;
To get healingly afresh.
Ooh! Sometime,
In my timelessness;
I'll be healed afresh.

Although,
I never came to know;
When i got admitted.
And was hospitalised,
Into this Hospital of iife.