If you don’t prefer honourable death,
If you have courage and enough wealth
Then come here and admit in hospital,
In no time your body will have rose petal,
We have distinction of sending you to heaven,
In other places you may not have chances even,
Here we have all the facilities to rush at eleven,
Rest be assured services at low ebb and proven,
Our doctors get beating all the time,
Not the service but the money goal prime,
We respect people’s bashing and wrath,
Even window panes and glasses crash,
This doesn’t represent anything bad,
You come in happy mood and depart as sad,
Even healthy prefer to stay here and go mad,
What for we are here in white cloths clad?
You will not know what organ has disappeared,
Body all normal with no stitches appeared,
Some times nothing performed and sealed,
Scissors, towel, glove inside concealed,
How many die unnatural and get noticed?
At least we take out organ and go unnoticed,
Both the ways the death seems so natural,
But we receive beatings and abuses oral,
May be this not good place for living dead?
After all we combine together and operation head,
Living may find place on the floor,
Simple reason we can’t show the door,
Many poor may not have fan,
It’s possible no money and can,
But for dead we have A/C room,
For final departure and life’s doom
hasmukh amathalal
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