Sunday, November 4, 2012

DOCTOR'S TALE

Shallow strokes fill my heart
Since, my dear you had part
Light faded to dark and life into dead
Now, its loneliness that is so widespread
The deserted eyes are flooded with tears
I am now filled with loneliness and fears

Since, you left, I had paralysed
And am a patient yet to be analysed
A Doctor came to see my state
He had to give a pill for my pain to abate

But, he couldn't just do so
For he was broke too
He cried and wished he had died
When asked, why had he cried?

'My wife eloped' he said seating by my side
He couldn't hold his tears
Coz he too had lonely fears
Pain of loss, within him did reside

I said "My heart is going to stop,
And on top, I don't have a mop to wither your eyes"
He smilingly said "I will for sure save,
But for this body, just don't crave
You shall get another one
But I ain't getting any as I am almost done
Wrinkles on face and hairs grey
May someone take care is all I pray"

He returned after a hiatus to take off my bandage
Saying, an old adage
"When there is a will, there is way"
He just fell down and passed away

2 comments:

  1. superlike.... just feels that whatever be the situation we docs r meant to save life... so budhu brad kuch to docs ki izzat karo....dumbo golu...

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    1. I respect docs a lot....and thats why i wanted to say that doctors do have a heart and they have feeling

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