A Soldier’s Hospital Love Story ;)

Broken I lay on the hospital bed

My brothers around me

We’ve shed blood together for our motherland

Some with broken ribs and legs, others with broken hands

Doctors, nurses rushing all around

Sub-conscious me on the bed I am bound

Numbness all over, or is it the pain

When would I get up and fight those enemies again

Hands over me I can feel

Moved from bed, stretchers they reel

Masked I lay

Oblivion, it seems so grey

Sun rays in my eyes, it seems

To open them, some struggle I have to deal

Covered in bandages

Have I slept since ages?

Dressed in white,

My condition to doctor she recites

Routine it becomes

Every day for nursing me she goes and comes

My brokenness recuperates

Warmth for her within me enumerates

Though coldness in her eyes at times I see

Whenever the wound on my head she comes to clean

Slowly I rise on my feet again

My lost confidence I seem to gain

Small walks around the hospital I take

Hearing her giggle, my legs give themselves a break

Somebody says, Bed no. 35 is hot, isn’t he?

Oh, well I think that’s me!!

Curious, I am all ears

Hearing her, my heart almost tears

Oh, not at all

I hate that unclean stubble of his

So her coldness is now not anymore a suspense

Ah, my beard, it had become so dense

Routinely, she comes to check me

Surprise in her eyes I can see

My clean shaven look bowled her over

Affection in her hands, now she showers

Her fingers on my chin feel so soft

My spirit instantly now aloft

Sparks all-around of our Chemistry

Seems, this Soldier’s hospital love story is going down in history ;) ;)

This post is written for Protest Against Unclean Stubble Activity in association with BlogAdda. Tagging friends: Ashish Hablani, Sreesha Divakaran, Sindhu Devi K, Sreeja Praveen and The Little Princess   

I am writing this post in response to a tag by Anita over here.

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