Healing Time Poem by Pradip Chattopadhyay

There's no haste
take rest
while the doctor
eludes you like a specter!

Minutes seem like hours
doesn't care your time the doctors
you wonder what you get in the bargain
other than boredom and a back pain!

He is taking his own sweet time
leaving for you few breaths of rhyme
then by the time they call your name
you forget all your problem!

Wouldn't remember what you came here for
why you needed to see a doctor
such a waste it all would mean
chasing a doctor his medicine!

But you've to walk in sooner or letter
a little distracted and feeling better
to thank him for his taking time
that saw you healed by a passing rhyme!