Hmm

The doctor probed my eyes
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!

by Pradip Chattopadhyay

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Comments (4)

Only the poet understands that the night was meant for weaving thoughts and feelings into poems. You expressed it so well.
Beautiful write on poem itself. Quite humorous one. Very true said, poor doctor dont know what's the problem. 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! Loved reading it. Beautiful presentation.
Great tribute to poetry by this great composition for the poetry..........amazing piece......Pradipji
VERY FUNNY ONE...............AT LAST STANZA IT CLEARLY SHOWS YOUR LOVE FOR POETRY............GREAT IMAGINATION...when crystal dream in moon's glow.............excellent.......thanks