A Poem by Rameshwer Singh
Rameshwer Singh |
Birjo, my patient!
You know, Doctor,
When you visit me,
I read you
More than you read me.
I examine you
More than you examine me.
That day when you visited me
In the hospital room,
You smiled but
Your eyes were teary,
You did not look into my eyes.
You wished me
But your voice I noticed was not pristine.
I knew I was nosediving!
Then the next day
During your visit
You smiled at me.
Smile that was hearty
Your lips signing happy notes,
I knew
I was responding!
Today as you entered
My room with zealous steps,
Approached my bed
With fragrant laughing
With seemingly singing lips,
I knew
It was a happy time that
I had recovered!
I was leaving!
Doctor!
Now I can see,
Even today you have moist eyes,
Your lips solemnly smiling,
Which I can read
Signify
Pride of serving God by
Curing me!
So she said
Birjo, my patient!
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