The doctor probed my eyes
by Pradip Chattopadhyay
stethoed to feel my lung
had my mouth wide prised
got rolled out my tongue!
He gave it deep long mulls
hmm was all he said
in his grip throbbed my pulse
beating fast afraid!
Hmm he muttered once again
there's no problem specific
but for that undefined pain
that you say is making you weak!
More apparent is the darned thing
that has really blighted your face
beneath your eyes the black ring
you are counting stars I guess!
May I know what keeps you awake
why you find sleep bothersome
keep tossing on bed till daybreak
pray tell me don't remain mum!
Poor doctor how he would ever know
best time for poeming is the night
when crystal dreams in moon glow
pour out from heart with might!