Musings of a Medico

 

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