The Hospital (Bop Poetry) Poem by Marieta Maglas

By Marieta Maglas and Dr. Subhendu Kar

The moon gleams descend to rock the night, where
the void of universe haunts the dreams, in which
the music of nightmares glitters within yet without.
The arm of silence is a limb of pain. The death is
dancing with the life while keeping everything in white-
the coats, the walls, the beds, and the skins.

Some rays of light make slalom among planets when their stars
are pulsing spumes of life to travel from one end to another.

The patients are like dancing skeletons needing love and
air for a good new breath. Their fears of falling and the void
that twirls are what give them nightmares. In this place, people
do not fight one another. The fight is inside and in self. The
fear hides behind the windows. It becomes a rabbit to jump
into souls. The joy cries in pain to withstand the oddities
of life. The hope dissipates in quiet lounges to smell like
illness, or cheap food and to flow into the longing to belong.

Some rays of light make slalom among planets when their stars
are pulsing spumes of life to travel from one end to another.


Some patients leave their beds to go nowhere in search of the
grain of the universe. Mars is that red planet waiting at the green.
The quest persists to pursue all through this sad existence.
The doctors are afraid of not being able to save their patients with their kisses flossed on their lips to radiate when the patients are not able to breathe. Dreams desiccate the breeze of death.


Some rays of light make slalom among planets when their stars
are pulsing spumes of life to travel from one end to another.

Poem by Marieta Maglas