Bruised bodies and broken bones of my colleagues around,
Yet I know, to serve and heal I am duty bound.
I have worked hard and fought with force,
The study of medicine was a tough course.
Understaffed and overworked I am on the days many,
The scarcity of beds and medicines is not my fault any.
The politicians and politics are all that come to play
They are aware of the problems the healthcare faces everyday.
Why do they not increase the hospital beds and number of doctors ever,
Putting up the question to them, I have seen you never.
A bridge course, is the plan to produce state sponsored quacks,
Will the politicians ever entrust their lives in these pseudo-doctor’s hands?
We are lectured about how we should be doing more charity,
Believe me, the pay we get we are already doing our duty.
Hungry, thirsty , sleepless and without proper sanitation,
That is how many doctors are serving the nation with full devotion.
Believe you may not, to save your loved one we try with dedication,
When we fail, your grief may make you question our integration.
But you leave us with bruised and battered body and mind,
I can never understand how can one be so unkind!
The lack of beds , medicines , equipments or manpower,
You took away our dignity for a fault that was never our.
The loss of your dear one may have been God’s decision,
But how could you hurt us with so much aggression!
The politicians and media make us look like villains,
Courage , hopes and dreams from our minds they drain.
Even when you leave us shattered and hurt,
How are we expected to serve you with all our heart!
I wish things could have been much better between us,
The doctor and patient could get rid of the mutual distrust.
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