Today, I found time to write this. When I saw a doctor treating a rogue, infected & struggling with Corona. The tragedy was, this rogue had some time ago encroached an empty property site belonging to the doctor (where the doctor had to give away the property for absolutely nothing). Now this rogue was brought into the hospital and as destined he was to be attended by this doctor...
Despite the past happenings, the doctor was calmly treating the rogue with patience, humility, care and the intent to save life which magnified his image in my mind.... The same I'm sure other doctors too across the country will treat (just like this doctor did) to those who spat on them, misbehaved with them and pelted stones on them....
What stands out is the inner stance that the doctors take in times of such crisis... Where enemies too are treated as friends of life.... I'm proud of the medical fraternity.... Hope this poem sends a message to you all to look at the stethoscope clad white apron worn human by BEING HUMAN to him too...
Today a stray thought came to my mind,
Were we two made to be same of a kind?
You feasted on others & largely dined,
While I stood for truth & was always fined.
With greed you did become the lord of darkness,
Never uttered a word that was laced with kindness.
Foul mouthed you battered your friends into sadness,
Is this what you call "your world" with proudness?
Though I uttered & spread messages of love,
Freedom, happiness & peace fluttered as a dove.
Humanity & Humaneness are my treasure trove,
Wiping tears, relieving pain, dousing flames of their inner stove.
I neither have a world nor own anything,
Unlike you who possesses everything.
As I exit from this world with nothing but some blessing,
Perhaps you too shall pass away with the same thing.
We both came from the destination that was same,
Both strived & urged on in life to earn a name.
The playground, people, audience & tools were the same,
Yet both of us returned in the state as we were prior to the game.
Did our journey make the difference?
Or did we gain & lose our given sense?
Now at God's gate I know both of us are tense,
to know which one of us will clear the fence.
To tread as Raam or rule as Raavan is very fishy,
As both scaled heights to impress Lord Avinashi,
One exited leaving footprints that were so messy,
The other sacrificed all making others lives easy.
While one became a mantra for life
The other remained treasured as trife
Despite this, our mind's in an ugly strife,
The solution is "Make Character Your Wife"
Character has no room for the brash,
Neither is it tradable to a ton of cash.
It's in the likes of pride, humility etc all in a stash,
Rightfully to be possessed & built says Avinash.
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