Immune system

Today my immune system tried to kill me

I feel like the corridors of the RML hospital

Held firmly by a need to save everyone

But this illness does not know how to save

It only knows how to overcome the body.

The diseases do not need saving

They are ready to go out of hand

Even when I stand patiently in a line

Which says patients only.

I feel like the queue in RML hospital

Which remains static like my body

But my body is electricity even with this static energy

Converting every second of wait to sneeze to irritation to remedy to should have taken care of myself.

In a few moments people will crowd around the Krishna dispensary

Helpless, but giving away tons to save the one.

The dispensary sits at the back of the RML hospital

Does not jump when it sees sea of new faces

Drowning in the corridors of illness.

Every day it diagnoses itself with claustrophobia

And treats itself
Without knowing who pays the bills.