As I
munched the last slice of butter smeared bread
The early
morning sky turned purplish red
The heart
was as heavy as coin filled bag
Tear drenched
shirt smelled like an old rag
I stared at front wall and it started melting
again
To figures
of lifeless bodies and faces mincing in pain
The day didn’t
guarantee time for sleep and meal
Still it
guaranteed eyes filled with gratitude as I would heal
I picked a clean
white apron and a biscuit packet
And slid
the next and last meal to apron’s front pocket
In between
highlighted abstruse words of cells, ailments and organs
I recall
dreaming of stethoscope and magical healing hands
By blending
the education intelligence, experience and fact
I act as savior
and keep the string of fleeting life intact
I strive
hard to be the God’s obedient son
By
instilling love sacrifice and compassion in to profession
