He heals---with words, smile, gentle tone and surgical hands that can delve into the mysteries of life and death, and eyes that can look into your soul!
He is a rarity in a transactional
and highly-mercenary culture.
He is a noble soul,
radiating simplicity, earthiness and joy around.
His friends and
patients admire him for his basic humanity and humility towards everybody. A
grounded being. Accessible. Kind.
Excellent medical
professional of high ethical values.
And an artist of
first order.
Ladies and Gentlemen, the Renaissance man Rameshwer Singh
for you!
Brief Bio: Dr Rameshwer Singh roots lie the ancestral village Kullewal District
Samrala, Punjab, India. Born in New Delhi, he moved to Meerut, as his father
changed jobs. Completed High School and Intermediate exams from prestigious
Government Inter College, Meerut. A brilliant student, Rameshwer got the
National Scholarship and was among the toppers throughout his studies. He cracked
Medical Entrance Examinations of Varanasi, Combined Medical Test, UP and also
All India Engineering Test. Passed MBBS and Master of Surgery from reputed LLRM
Medical College, Meerut.
Then he joined as
Senior Resident in Dhaliwal Hospital, Moga, Punjab with his wife Dr Dipika Ramesh.
Both worked there for two years. Afterwards, he came back to Meerut with his
wife. Both have been practicing here in Meerut for 28 years. Since childhood he
has been writing prose and poetry. Rameshwer has been published in some of the
top newspapers, magazines and various anthologies.
Dr. Rameshwer Singh |
Excerpts of a long conversation with the eminent
author and surgeon:
Q: What is the connection between divine and the medical science? What are the critical moments that nudge a physician towards a higher reality? Or, is it a desperate human search for divine signs in crises, emergencies and pandemics? Kind of tenuous link or a strong belief system? Your measured views, please?
A:
Medical science is an art that maintains mental and physical health and heals
mental and physical diseases. Human body is so minutely and delicately formed. This
formation is Divine. Body cells, tissues, organs, associated blood vessels and
nerves are so meticulously placed in the body governed by several biochemical
and hormonal reactions. The astonishing phenomenon is not constructed by us but
developed by its own. It is Divine.
It is developed by
the spiritual energy. To heal it, God guides the healer. He is supreme. I
always feel this Divinity continuously flowing inside me.
When I make a big
transverse incision with my knife, critical vessels are there within few
millimetres of my knife. I am to reset the diseased part from the bed of
critical vessels and nerves. God gives that skill and he guides. He guides
everyone in their respective field He has assigned us.
Sometimes critical
vessels come in the vicinity of knife or scissors and get injured leading to
torrential bleeding. Here calmness to deal with the situation comes from the Almighty.
Mostly surgeons control such situations. I feel hands of God at work there.
At the time of
this Covid pandemic, you can observe that catastrophe would have been severe,
wiping out human race but Divinity in the form of immunity has been keeping it
at bay. It seems He is teaching us to respect the Nature with its fauna and
flora.
Doctor Patient
relationship is all trust. Patient trusts me because God trusts me. So I trust
both.
Trust is Divinity.
God has sent this patient to me to be treated safely. So God has trusted me to
serve and cure.
Great God trusts
me. He stands beside me always.
I humbly place my
head over His feet.
I also believe that
God is Shakti and Shiva both. God is both feminine and masculine spiritual
energy.
This Divine Energy
operates during surgery for every surgeon. I am fortunate that the Almighty
trusts me.
Q:
The connections between poetry and medicine? Some best writers of the world---Chekov,
for example---belong to this healing science.
A:
Medicine and Surgery help getting out of drastic situations of mental and
physical agony of patients and their relatives. They go through many emotions
of mental pain and physical agony. I, as a surgeon and as a poet, feel their
changing emotions and behaviours during the course of their diseases.
Patient reads you
too.
So this doctor
patient relationship easily comes to my pen.
I humbly present
my poem regarding this:
So she said,
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 nose diving!
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!
Q:
Does art heal?
A:
Certainly. Art in any form. Surgery and poetry are arts and they heal
miraculously.
Music, Painting,
Singing all are healers.
Impromptu dance in
a ward which has been distressed in a pandemic disease help heal their agony.
I humbly present
my poem here:
Cry And Relief!
Hospital wards!
Night deep,
Still and silken,
A stone falling in
a pond
You may listen!
Occasional sounds
of footsteps of
Nurses walking
across ,
A stretcher
wheeling a patient for scan.
I take a sip of
hot tea
Just served by
Gracy the nurse
A kind soul.
Last night
Corridor was
reverberating
with sharp cries
of Vaishnavi
A middle aged female,
Room number 116.
Visiting her room
I said
Vaishnavi, you
calm down
You are disturbing
others.
Doctor,
Pain is so
agonizing
Please get rid of
this pain of mine
Or
Get rid of my life!
But Vaishnavi
You have a whole
life to live on,
Beautiful world
still to be explored,
Dancing peacock
and singing koel
Await you outside.
World needs you.
Pain will take
some days to subside
But for that to
happen
Firstly you have
to remain alive.
She smiled.
A smile that would
remain
Etched in my heart!
Night deep,
Still and silken,
A stone falling in
a pond
You may listen!
Now a fearful
thought run
through my mind
I shudder.
It should not be
so calm.
How has Vaishnavi
become so quiet!
She has been
disturbing the wards
For days
By her relentless
cries.
Oh, light may have
been extinguished!
Night deep,
Still and silken,
A stone falling in
a pond
You may listen!
I briskly walk
towards room number 116.
Anticipating the
worst.
Suddenly a high
pitched shriek of pain
From Vaishnavi`s
room
Echoed through
hospital walls.
Oh,
A big sigh of
relief for me
She is alive
Though she is
crying.
Coming back
I order some
painkiller for her,
I take another sip
of tea.
Night not still
Nor calm and
silken,
A cry in agony
from her
A ray of hope for me!
She will see the
world,
With peacock and koel,
She will
Dance and listen!
Q:
Your poetry is deeply characterized by a sense of divine. The spiritual
elements pervade your works. What are its deep springs within? Sikhism? Family
background and values?
A:
Divinity is deep inside me that has been instilled in me by my family. My
parents Shree Sohan Singh and Smt Pritam Kaur taught me the basics of Sikhism. My
Dada ji Shree Kehar Singh and dadi Smt Prasinni were very simple persons. My
father gave us an harmonium to sing Shabads. In Sikhism, Baba Nanak has
emphasized the service to humanity the best way to reach Him. Uninterrupted
Langar to feed all irrespective of caste and creed and Joda-seva of shoes are
selflessly being done by Sikh devotees all over the World. It helps in keeping
oneself attached to the roots. I respect every religion and learn from them. Basically,
I have found, all religions tell us that Love is God.
Q:
What turned you towards poetry based on nature and profound humanism seen in
your trilingual works, lyrical in effect? I find the words soothing, calming.
A:
I told you in my previous interview that my father fell critically ill when I
was in 11th standard. While
recovering, father was very weak. I used to take him to a school park on my
bicycle. The park was full of beautiful trees, chirping birds, galloping
squirrels, multicoloured butterflies. I observed the minuteness of nature and
gradually changing emotions of my ailing father in his journey towards recovery.
So basic ingredients of poetry, nature, humanity and compassion were absorbed
in my soul during that period.
Q:
How do you manage to compose so well in three languages---English, Hindi and
Gurumukhi? The easy flow and cadence---so beautifully captured? What are the
challenges of such a great endeavour? Its joys?
A:
Simplicity and honesty should be there. The more you construct your writing,
more it becomes complicated. I remain natural so flow is simple and easy. It
flows easily when I write. Eternal Light glows and I flow. Punjabi is my mother
language, Hindi is my language of developing years and English I have learnt
through reading extensively.
When I write
trilingual I get myself immersed in the culture of that language. It becomes
joyful to merge into the culture of that language.
For me translation
doesn’t work. I get into the fragrance of that language and write accordingly
keeping the essence intact.
My humble presentation
of my poems here
Multilingual Poems:
рдмрд╣ुрднाрд╖ी рдХाрд╡्рдп
рджीрдпे - рдмрд╣ुрднाрд╖ी рдХाрд╡्рдп, рдкंрдЬाрдмी, рд╣िंрджी рдФрд░ рдЕंрдЧ्рд░ेреЫी рдоें
Multilingual
Poetry (Punjabi, Hindi, and English)
I dedicate these
poems to my respected and beloved father Sohan Singh ji, a graduate in English,
a soulful poet with a golden heart and my teacher.
Here it goes:
рижੀри╡ੇ! рджीрд╡े! рджीрдпे! Earthen Lamps!
рижੀри╡ੇ!
риЖриЦਿриЖਂ римੀриЪ риоੇри░ੇ
риЗриХ рижри░ਿриЖ ри╡риЧрижਾ ри╣ੈ
।
ри░ੋриЬ риоੈਂ риХੁриЬ риЬри▓рижੇ
рижੀри╡ੇ ри▓ੈриХੇ
риЗри╕ рижੇ риХੰривੇ риЖригਾ
ри╣ਾਂ
ридੇ риЗриХ риЗриХ риХри░риХੇ
ри▓ри╣ਿри░ਾਂ рижੇ ри╕ੁрикри░риж риХри░
рижੇригਾ ри╣ਾਂ ।
риЗриХ рижਿри╡ਾ римਿри╢рииੀ рижਾ
ри╣ੈ ।
риЯਿриб рижੇ рижри░риж рииਾри▓
ридрйЬрилрижੀ,
риЪੀриЦਾਂ риЙри╕рижੀриЖਂ
риХਾрилੀ рижੇ риХрик ридੋਂ
рииਿриХри▓ ри░риИриЖਂ
ринਾрикਾ рииੂੰ риХੰримригੀ рижੇ
ри░ри╣ੀриЖਂ ри╕ੀ ।
риоੈਂ риЙри╕ риХੋри▓ риЧрипਾ
।
рибਾриХриЯри░,риП рижри░риж риоੇри░ਾ
риХриж рйЩридрио ри╣ੋриПриЧਾ
।
риЬри▓рижੀ ри╣ੋриПриЧਾ римਿри╢рииੀ ।
риоੈਂ риЙри╕рижੀ риЕੱриЦਾਂ римਿриЪ
риЗриХ риЖри╕ рижੀ
ри▓ੋ ри╡ੇриЦੀ,
ридੇ риЗриХ рижਿри╡ਾ ри╡ਾри▓
ри▓рипਾ ।
риЗриХ рижਿри╡ਾ риЕੱримਾри╕ рижਾ
ри╣ੈ ।
рииਾриХ римਿриЪ риЯਿриКрим,
риЧੱри▓ римਿриЪ ри╕ਾ ри▓ੈриг
ри▓риИ рикਾриИрик,
риЧੁри▓ੂриХੋрйЫ рикридри▓ੀ ри╕ੂриИ рииਾри▓
рииੱри╕ римਿриЪ
римੂੰриж римੂੰриж риЬਾਂрижਾ ри╕ੀ
।
римри╕ риЕੱриЦਾਂ риЙри╕рижੀриЖਂ риХੁриЬ риХри╣рижੀриЖਂ ри╕ੀ ।
риоੈਂ риЙри╕рижਾ ри╣ੱрие ри╣ੋри▓ੀ
риЬри╣ਾ рилрйЬਿриЖ
ридੇ
риЗриХ рижਿри╡ਾ ри╡ਾри▓ ри▓рипਾ
।
риЕੱриЬ риоੇри░ੇ риХੋри▓ риХриИ
рижੀри╡ੇ ри╣рии ।
риоੈਂ ри╣ੋри▓ੀ ри╣ੋри▓ੀ
рижੀри╡ੇриЖਂ рииੂੰ риЕੱриЦਾਂ рижੇ
рижри░ਿриЖ римਿриЪ
римри╣ਾ ри░ри╣ਾ ри╣ਾਂ ।
риП ридਿри░рижੇ риЬਾਂрижੇ
рикੁриЬ риЧриП
риоੇри░ੇ рижਿри▓ рижੇ ри╕ਾриЧри░
римਿриЪ
риЖрикригੀ ри▓ੋ рииਾри▓ риЯੀриориЯриоਾрии
।
риП ри▓ੋ рикри░риоਾридриоਾ рииੇ ринੀ
ри╡ੇриЦ ри▓ੀ ри╣ੈ
।
рджीрд╡े!
рдЕрдЦिрдпाँ рдмिрдЪ рдоेрд░े
рдЗрдХ рджрд░िрдпा рд╡рдЧрджा рд╣ै ।
рд░ोреЫ рдоैं рдХुрдЬ рдЬрд▓рджे рджीрд╡े рд▓ेрдХे
рдЗрд╕ рджे рдХंрдбे рдЖрдиा рд╣ाँ,
рддे рдЗрдХ рдЗрдХ рдХрд░рдХे рд▓рд╣рд░ा рджे рд╕ुрдкрд░्рдж рдХрд░ рджेрдиा рд╣ाँ।
рдЗрдХ рджीрд╡ा рдмिрд╢рдиी рджा рд╣ै ।
рдЯिрдб рджे рджрд░्рдж рдиाрд▓ рддреЬрдлрджी,
рдЪीрдЦां рдУрд╕рджिрдпाँ
рдХाрдлी рджे рдХрдк рддो рдиिрдХрд▓ рд░рдИрдпाँ рднाрдкा рдиु рдХंрдкा рд░рд╣ी рд╕ी।
рдоैं рдЙрд╕ рдХोрд▓ рдЧрдпा ।
рдбॉрдХ्рдЯрд░, рдпे рджрд░्рдж рдоेрд░ा рдХрдж рдЬाрдКрдЧा ।
рдЬрд▓्рджी рдЬाрдКрдЧा рдмिрд╢рдиी ।
рдоैं рдЙрд╕рджी рдЕрдЦां рдмिрдЪ рдЗрдХ рдЖрд╕ рджी рд▓ौ рдмेрдЦी,
рджे рдЗрдХ рджिрд╡ा рд╡ाрд▓ рд▓рдпा ।
рдЗрдХ рджीрдпा рдЕрдм्рдмाрд╕ рджा рд╣ै ।
рдиाрдХ рдмिрдЪ рдЯ्рдпूрдм,
рдЧрд▓े рджे рдЕंрджрд░ рдкрдИ рдкाрдИрдк,
рдЧ्рд▓ूрдХोрд╕ рдкрддрд▓ी рд╕ुрдИ рдиाрд▓ рдирд╕ рдмिрдЪ
рдмूрди्рдж рдмूрди्рдж рдЙрддрд░рджी ।
рдмрд╕ рдЕрдЦां рдУрд╕рджिрдпाँ рдХुрдЬ рдХрд╣ рджिрдпाँ рдиे ।
рдоैं рдЙрд╕рджा рд╣рде рд╣ोрд▓ी рдЬрд╣ा рдлреЬрдпा
рддे
рдЗрдХ рджीрд╡ा рд╡ाрд▓ рд▓рдпा ।
рдЕрдЬ рдоेрд░े рдХोрд▓ рдХрдИ рджीрд╡े рд╣рди ।
рдоैं рд╣ौрд▓ी рд╣ौрд▓ी
рджीрд╡ेрдпाँ рдиु рдЕрдЦां рджे рджрд░िрдпां рдмिрдЪ
рдмрд╣ा рд░рд╣ा рд╣ाрди ।
рдП рддिрд░рджे рдЬांрджे рд╣рди
рддे
рдкुрдЬ рдЧрдП
рдоेрд░े рджिрд▓ рджे рд╕ाрдЧрд░ рдмिрдЪ,
рдЕрдкрдиी рд▓ौ рдиाрд▓ рдЯीрдордЯрдоाрди ।
рдП рд▓ौ
рдкрд░рдоाрдд्рдоा рдиे рднी рд╡ेрдЦ рд▓ी рд╣ै ।
рджीрдпे!
рдоैं рд░ोреЫ рдХुрдЫ рдЬрд▓рддे рджीрдпे
рдЕрдкрдиी рдЖँрдЦों рдоे
рдмрд╣рддी рдирджी рдоें рдмрд╣ाрддा рд╣ूँ ।
рдЖрдЬ рдЗрдХ рджीрдпा рдмिрд╢рдиी рдХा рд╣ै।
рдкेрдЯ рдХी рдЕрд╕рд╣ाрдп рдкीреЬा
рд╕े рдк्рд░рдХрдо्рдкिрдд,
рд╡ेрджрдиा рдЖрд╕ рдмрди
рдЙрд╕рдХी рдЖंрдЦों рдоें рдЙрддрд░ рдЖрдИ рд╣ै
рдоेрд░ा рджрд░्рдж рдХрдм рдЬाрдПрдЧा рдбॉрдХ्рдЯрд░।
рдЬрд▓्рджी рд╣ी рдмिрд╢рдиी।
рдФрд░ рдоैंрдиे рдПрдХ рджीрдк
рдЙрд╕рдХी рдЖँрдЦों рдоें
рдЯिрдордЯिрдоाрддी рдЖрд╕ рд╕े
рдк्рд░рджीрдк्рдд рдХрд░ рд▓िрдпा।
рдПрдХ рджीрдк рдЕрдм्рдмाрд╕ рдХा рд╣ै
рдиाрдХ рдоें рдЯ्рдпूрдм,
рдЧрд▓े рдоे рдХृрддिрдо рд╕ाँрд╕ рдХी рдЯ्рдпूрдм,
рдЧ्рд▓ूрдХोрд╕ рдкрддрд▓ी рд╕ुрдИ рд╕े
рдмूрди्рдж рдмूрди्рдж рдЬीрд╡рди рджेрддा рд╣ुрдЖ।
рдЕрдм्рдмाрд╕ рдХी рдмрд╕
рдЖँрдЦें рдмोрд▓рддीं рд╣ै
рдмрд╣ुрдд рд╕ी рдЬी рдЪुрдХी рдХрд╣ाрдиिрдпाँ
рдФрд░ рд╕рдкрдиे рд╕ंрдЬोрддी рдХрд╣ाрдиिрдпाँ।
рдПрдХ рджीрдк рдоैंрдиे
рдЕрдм्рдмाрд╕ рдХी рдЖँрдЦों рдХी рд▓ौ рд╕े
рдк्рд░рджीрдк्рдд рдХिрдпा ।
рдмрд╣ुрдд рд╕ाрд░े рджीрдпे рд╣ै рдоेрд░े рдкाрд╕।
рдПрдХ рдПрдХ рдХрд░
рдЕрдкрдиी рдЖँрдЦों рдоें рдмрд╣рддी рдирджी рдоें
рдмрд╣ा рд░рд╣ा рд╣ूँ ।
рдмрд╣рддे рджीрдпे
рдоेрд░े рд╣ृрджрдп рд╕ाрдЧрд░ рдоें рдЙрддрд░рддे рд╣ैं।
рдкрд░рдоाрдд्рдоा рдиे
рд▓ौ рджेрдЦ рд▓ी рд╣ै।
Earthen lamps!
I float many
earthen lamps
in the ever
flowing river of my eyes!
Today,
One lamp is of
Bishni.
Writhing with
Agonizing pain of
abdomen
She looks into my
eyes
With a hopeful
flame.
I lit a lamp
there.
Another lamp is of
Abbas
A Ryle's tube in
the nose,
A respiratory tube
in the neck,
A needle infusing
drops of glucose,
He had many
stories
He wanted to tell,
Many hopes he
wanted to live.
Only his eyes can
speak now.
He looked in my eyes,
Some tears were
rolling down,
A sparkle appeared
in his eyes
And
I lit a lamp here
too.
I have many such
lamps!
I float them
In the river of my
eyes.
Swiftly moving
These earthen
lamps reach my heart,
A sea of soulful
emotions.
Oh
So illuminating
are these lamps
With hope and
prayer!
God has already
seen them!
Q:
Most memorable incident of your medical profession?
A:
There are infinite moments when Almighty has helped in saving lives.
I have been in
medical profession for nearly forty years. So there are infinite memorable
moments of failure and success. By God’s grace, I will share it with all of you in my writing in future. I pray
my writing would serve the humanity by sharing what I have humbly
experienced.
I would like to share
one incident for my respected readers so as to tell how assuring the doctor’s
presence is for the patient
That evening when she
was being wheeled into emergency room she was in acute distress. She was
referred from a nearby town named Baraut. Examining her, I thought it better to
refer her to Delhi. Then suddenly I saw her eyes. I could see a save- me
-anyhow look in her nearly- sinking and -slowly blinking eyes. I prayed to God
to give us strength.
No time for further
delaying the intensive treatment.
After getting her
scanned, Dipika and I decided to keep her under our treatment. She was admitted
to the intensive care unit. Treatment was promptly started.
At night, when we
visited ICU, she said she was feeling better. It was a positive sign, though I
knew the road ahead would be treacherous.
As a doctor, I know
the first sign of recovery is the feel-good inner feelings of patient
herself/himself.
We spent some time in
the ICU with her. She, along with her husband and relatives, was happy to see her
doctors at the bedside. One thing more I have observed during the years of my
practice is that nothing is more assuring than the doctor at your bedside,
spending some quality time during their critical period of illness.
She was in septicaemia.
During the night she remained critical .First sign appeared in the morning as
she passed motion, pulse rate came down to 80,BP 110/65.
She came out of
danger.
When Dipika and I
visited her bed next morning her eyes were gleaming.
We should always
remain thankful to God. I will always cherish the wonderful feeling of the
divine call in her eyes that night. The call guided us to go ahead as she would
not have tolerated any further delay. Same divine call guides us all.
Q:
How do you view death as a doctor? As a poet? As a well-read and grounded human
being? Its meaning and symbolism for humankind over ages?
A:
I feel Death is the beginning of new Life. We are scared of Death because we
don’t know what happens afterwards. We don’t ever see the person after death.
So Death brings sadness and agony for the near and dear ones. We remain with
memories of Departed soul and cry when we remember them .Our heart aches.
I have many time
asked God why to keep it a mystery. Enlighten us so we may enjoy our journey
till we meet our Destination of Beautiful Death.
Death meets me
many times, one moment my patient is alive and looking in my eyes, other moment
he/she is gone. No pulse, no respiration. Pupils dilated.
Always I wonder where?
Where have you gone in a flicker of a second? And what was the hurry?
And not to be seen
again physically!
Only in dreams, feelings
and thoughts!
I humbly present
my poem here:
Life!
Life,
For me or anyone,
It is till one is.
Before I appear
Or after I go,
I have no personal
feel of its presence.
But Life in
universe exists
With or without
one.
One feels if one
exists.
No evidence
visible
If I were here or
anywhere
In any form
As a part of
universe
Before or after my
present life!
For me,
Life is as
perceived by my conscious.
Consciousness is
soul.
Where has it come
from
Where shall it go
No evidence and no
footprints present.
Therefore,
Uncertainty of
unknown,
When one leaves
It brings
Sadness and pain,
Agony and
devastation
For the ones left
behind.
Only if
One would be in
know of
That Afterlife
Life shall bring
Bliss of Eternity,
Meet with our
beloved departed souls,
It will bring joy
and pleasure.
Like
Alighting a train
on a particular station
We find
That Destination
is beautiful.
Meeting Eternity
and our loving souls.
But
I don't know!
Here then what the
Dilemma or mystery
is!
Oh Almighty,
You have made this
universe
Micro complicated,
Macro beautiful,
Please unveil
This mystery.
Let us enjoy our
journey
Do our work,
Not with fear or
scare
But with
excitement and enthusiasm
So as to fulfil
our duties you have given us.
Q:
What does life whisper in your ears, when taking a walk in the country lane or
on your terrace?
A:
Love God.
Love His
creativity and serve it
Immerse in Him
through service and Love.
Love is the
spiritual energy. Serve humanity through the skills Almighty has provided you.
Surgery and Poetry for me.
Miles to go before
I sleep.
Q:
Rains. How do they inspire the poet within? And the seasonal changes, cycles,
climate change?
A:
You have touched my sensitive chord.
Rains and Trains!
I can write infinitely on them. They are in my
soul. Life’s whole philosophy I can find in them. I was born in a rainy season in July. Maybe Rain got into
my nascent cells and became infused in plasma. Forever!
Trains.
We as a family used
to visit our ancestral pind, village
in English, during summer vacations.
During those journeys
in Mystic Steam engine train I used to see outside, alight at stations,
drinking and bringing kulhar tea for
the family, Sitting inside near window seat looking below flowing beautiful river,
running away green trees and far spreading wet fields. When it rained I could
see wonderful rain playing with watery fields,
Even today,
looking at glistened with rain water railway lines I visualize myself
performing surgeries in future motivated
by the Divinity of rains and trains. I feel everyone of us feels Divinity in Nature.
I humbly present
my poem here:
My Train Chugs On!
This is a chilly
winter dawn,
White fragrance of
a nascent day
Imbibing nocturnal
dark,
Drizzling water
pearls falling on the wet tracks
My train chugs on!
I look through the
window
I realize it is a
bend
Whole train as my
life I can see
With its masthead light
falling on the tracks
Entering into a
new terrain,
And its tail light
leaving behind
Trees, fields, lakes
and
Far ascending mountains.
In between a
lonely river flows on!
This is a chilly
winter dawn,
My train chugs on!
Looking ahead
through falling rain sheets on the tracks
I inhale the
sailing feelings of freezing winds.
Entering into an
era that will lead me
To a destination I
know not,
To meet my beloved
where and when I know not.
But green and red
signals gazing through rain
Make me sure
someone monitoring my journey,
Like a river Life
will flow on!
This is a chilly
winter dawn,
My train chugs on!
Me to serve, love
And make happy my
journey mates
My life is being
taken care of!
Thunderous
lightening of the rumbling clouds
Descends and melts
into
My soul and makes
Eternal
illumination on!
This is a chilly
winter dawn
White fragrance of
a nascent day
Imbibing nocturnal dark,
Drizzling water
pearls falling on the wet tracks
My train chugs on!
Q:
Your favouraite authors? Thinkers? Outstanding persons that have stayed on for
years, some place, in heart and mind? For example, Rumi talks to western mind
often. How does it happen, the enduring appeal of such mesmerizing messages?
A.
Spiritual Hymns of Baba Nanak are Divine and all about love. Everyone gets
Eternal Peace reciting them. The Gita
teaches us the principles of living life so as to get eternal peace. Sant Kabir’s
Vani teaches us love and service.
In literature
Keats, Chekhov, Sumitranandan Pant, Maithilisharan Gupt, Amrita Pritam, Gulzar,
Shivani and many greats I admire.
Q: What were the shaping circumstances of early
life? Motivations? Influences?
A: My father illness in my childhood
and his going to the Heaven have changed
my life. His illness brought me motivation for serving humanity and his
going made me a person with a feeling
of detachment from earthly gains .I enjoy these but remain detached.
I live life now
with a feeling of detachment. Now I live life to fulfil my duties towards
family and society.
Q:
Any uncanny incident? Mystic experience?
A:
Many times during moments of happiness and distress, I feel a mystic energy
inside me. I may say an inner voice always conversing with me. Many times, I am able to sense the presence of the Divine.
I think everyone does feel the same.
Q:
The role of a doctor-wife in your career as a poet? How does she inspire you?
Married to a poet has got its challenges but she seems to be a constant fan.
Define her presence for you, please?
A:
Dipika Ramesh, my wife, is my soul mate too. She is a successful Gynaecologist
She is with me in operations.
She sees to it that I get time for writing.
Anywhere I stop my
car and observe and click something, she cooperates.
Dipika and I have
a son, Priyank Singh, in whom we have instilled humanity and desire to serve.
He is emotional like us. He is at present software engineer in Google, USA. He
is highly talented and passionate in his job.
Dipika and I
always wanted a daughter. Now beautiful and intellectual Nishtha, our bahu, has
come in our life fulfilling our desire.
She is also software engineer in Google, USA with Priyank.
Q: What
about other members of your family? What do they do? How do they view your
poetic contribution?
A: I
am highly thankful to you for this question because I am a family man. I love
to remember those who have made me.
We live in Meerut, India
with my mother Biji Pritam Kaur. We are fortunate that she is with us, giving
us opportunity to serve her.
My Mother-in-law Smt
Savita Ralhan lives in New Delhi. My late father-in-law Shree Kuldip Ralhan guided
Dipika so much.
I am the only son. I
have two sisters. Elder sister Jasbur Kaur and Jijaji Paramjeet Attli, along
with our bhanji Grishma Singh, live in Chandigarh. Younger sister Manjeet Kaur
and Jijaji Avtar Attli along with our bhanja Taruraj Attli live in Nashik.
They have been continuously
following my achievements in Surgery and Poetry. They are amongst the first
ones congratulating me after every successful surgery and beautiful poems.
They are all
enthusiastic regarding my new passion, singing.
Q:
Your views on human suffering? As a doctor and poet? Is it inevitable or
man-made, this state of health, mental and physical? How can you overcome
suffering and pain?
A: Human
suffering is agonising for the individual, her/his family and the society. An
ailing body needs physical, mental and monetary support.
Life changes its
track suddenly, when you get ill or suffer for any reason. I feel it is
destiny. Sufferings are destined to happen. Its occurrence, duration and course
are determined by God. What I do as a doctor is guided by Him.
Almighty guides us
towards recovery. He provides hands in the form of relatives, friends, and
doctors or in any form. True and honest prayers are listened and fulfilled by
God.
If prayer is not listened,
it is His will. We should accept it with humility..
I as a doctor do my
best. Almighty cures. Great God trusts me when He sends me a distressed human
being for treatment.
Now here comes a
point regarding man made suffering. A chronic smoker is inviting Lung cancer
and chronic tobacco chewer may get mouth and throat cancer. Life styles decide
hypertension, heart disease, diabetes and cancer. If the person quits smoking,
another one quits tobacco chewing, another changes his/her life style and
starts Yoga and meditation then their chances of getting disease are less. She/he
will lead healthy life. These are manmade diseases, sure. But still it is
Destiny that decides who does what.
Who smokes, who
doesn’t?
Who chews tobacco,
who doesn’t?
Who quits smoking,
who doesn’t?
Who quits chewing,
who doesn’t?
Who changes his life style,
who doesn’t?
There are two sons of
a father, one is chronic alcoholic, and other is not.
Alcoholic son lands
into Liver failure.
It was Destiny though
we may think that the alcoholism brought that.
So human suffering
and cure are destined.
God has provided me
to do my best to get them cured. He decides the outcome.
We pray. He may
listen. He may not.
During my medical
life I have seen many prayers were listened, many were not.
But one thing is sure.
He loves all of us. His decision is Divine and should be accepted with humility.
Flame of God is same
in everyone. I pray daily for distressed souls to come out of their distress. I
also pray daily for all departed souls. We are all one flame inside.
I tell you about
Destiny by my own family example.
I prayed for my
father, when he was critically ill. I was in 11 standard then. Prayer was listened.
He remained with us for many more years. He could make me a doctor which was
his ambition. So it was Destiny. Next time when he got ill, I myself a doctor
with team of doctors and prayers on our lips, I could do nothing. He suffered a
lot through multiple dialysis procedures, pricks and tubes. He left and I wept.
Destiny again. His doctor son could not save him.
I present humbly my
poem written on a cancer patient:
Adieu!
As dawn starts
breathing cool winds,
As afresh as an
embryo breathes
In the womb through
maternal feeds,
Standing by the
tracks
In a lonely forest,
I see
Your train whistling
away,
Disappearing further
and further
Away from me,
Gradually merging
Into the dense fog!
It is a journey
Of no comeback
You do not know this
As you were not told
About your incurable
disease,
Even sky and birds
above
Sea and trees below
Know this!
Many times I pray
Save her, kind God!
Though in great pain
Dreams you still weaved
every moment
Whistle of happiness
You still blew,
Desires you still
nourished
As you were unaware
of fatal outcome!
Looking through
Window
You waive your
Silky hands
Leaving me here
In unbearable agony
of
Dreadful dreams,
Debilitated desires!
Now
As your train
Finally disappears
And dissolves
Into mystery zone
Of ultimate
Calmness and
serenity,
I with
Soulful wet eyes and
Tearfully crying
heart say
Adieu!
Q: Your ambition? Any further goals?
A:
As I said no ambition on physical ground.
I feel a familiar
voice calling, taking me from I Don't Know Where.
To know and find
this ‘where' I walk on.
I walk on muddy
village trails. In rains and trains my journey goes on.
I search for I
don’t know what.
I humbly present
my poem here.
Deep moments of
This blissful
night,
My eyes are moist,
Soul seems
searching
Don’t know what!
Q:
You sing as well. What do singing and music mean for you? Role of words and
sounds?
A:
This I have just started. As I do
all my work with perfection and passion, so am I doing with singing,
photography or anything I do. My idol is Sunil Gavaskar in cricket because he
was an opener and perfectionist. Humbly I am an opener in cricket. I always
like to face the opening attack.
Q:
Would you be writing a novel soon? A longer prose narrative? Does the novel
appeal to you?
A: As I said I incline to write my
experiences as Surgeon and Poet so as to share with all of you that may bring
happiness in your lives. I
have so much to share regarding pain, suffering, feelings, Nature and Love.
Naturally it will be a long version. My interview is a humble glimpse of my
future sharing.
Q:
Any message for poets and writers, especially, the younger generation?
A:
Be a lovely human being.
Believe in God.
Serve and love humanity.
Yes, you are supposed
to earn for your family.
Earn honestly and
attain heights.
Do your work with
honesty and passion.
If you are honest,
simple and natural you will be wonderful.
Q:
The function of empathy, love and compassion in life?
A:
Empathy, love and compassion would make us a loveable human being. Just
empathize with the person you are with, Love will itself evolve and you become
compassionate
I think we modern
doctors are so much tuned to see reports and investigations, there by losing
the art of simple and delicate holding of hands which has tremendous power of
healing. Mechanically scanning their reports scares them. Try putting your
healing hand on them and it will do wonders. Either lightly place your palm on
their forehead or simply count their pulse rate or affectionately tap on their
shoulders or simply listen through the stethoscope. It will help in healing by
the surgery you are going to perform, sooner than you expect. It assures them
they are not alone and they are cared and loved.
Help them come out
of scary feelings they undergo when we go through their reports.
The fact is that
most of us doctors care and love their patients.
Q:
Thanks for your precious time and insights.
A: Humble
thanks, Sunil ji, Anuragji and the Setu
family for giving me love.
With your
permission I want to remember my Tayaji Jasmail Singh and Mausiji Malkit Kaur.
My teachers Shree L.C.Gupta,
Dr Mahajan, Dr Dhaliwal and Dr V.B. Bhavnagar I remember.
.I prefer to say,
Meet you again.
Before I say that
I present two love poems for you:
рд╣рдо рддрдкрддे рднी рд░рд╣े рд▓ौ рдХी рдЖंрдЪ рдоें,рднीрдЧрддे рднी рд░рд╣े рдмрд░рд╕рддी рдЖँрдЦों рдоें!
рдоोрдо рд╕ी
рдоौрди
рддुрдо рдЬрд▓рддी рд░рд╣ी
рдХрд▓ рд░ाрдд
рдоेрд░े
рдорди рдХी рдоुंрдбेрд░ рдкрд░!
рдоेрд░ी рдСंрдЦें
рддрдкрддी рд░рд╣ी
рддुрдо्рд╣ाрд░ी
рдирд░рдо рдЖंрдЪ рд╕े ,
рддुрдо рдЬрд▓рддी рд░рд╣ी
рдоैं рддрдкрддा рд░рд╣ा!
рдлिрд░ рдУрд╕
рдЧिрд░рдиे рд▓рдЧी
рддुрдо рд╕рд╣рдоी
рдФрд░
рдоेрд░े рдорди рдХे рдХрдорд░े рдоें
рджुрдмрдХ рдЧрдпी!
рдмрд░рдЦा рдмूंрджे
рдЭिрд▓рдорд▓ा рдЧрдпी,
рдоेрд░ी рдСंрдЦें
рдоेрдШ рдмрди рдЧрдИ!
рдЭींрдЧुрд░ рддो рдЬैрд╕े
рд╣рд░ рдк्рд░рдгрдп рдХे рд╕ाрдХ्рд╖ी рд░рд╣рддे рд╣ै!
рджूрд░ рдмрд╣рддी рдирджी рдХा рдкाрдиी
рд╕рдм рдХो рдЪुрдк рдХрд░ा
рд╣рдоाрд░े рддрдкрддे рднीрдЧрддे
рдЕрд╣рд╕ाрд╕ों рдХी рдиाрд╡ рдХो
рдЕрдкрдиे рдмрд╣рддे рдкाрдиी рдоें
рдмрд╣ा рд▓े рдЪрд▓ा!
рд╣рд░ рд▓рдо्рд╣ा рдкिрд░ोрдиा рдЪाрд╣рддी,
рдард╣рд░ी рдард╣рд░ी рд╕ी
рдЬाрддी рд╣ुрдИ рд░ाрдд
рдХрдм реЩрдд्рдо рд╣ोрдиा рдЪाрд╣рддी рдеी !
рд╣рдо рддрдкрддे рднी рд░рд╣े
рд▓ौ рдХी рдЖंрдЪ рдоें,
рднीрдЧрддे рднी рд░рд╣े
рдмрд░рд╕рддी рдЖँрдЦों рдоें!
Ocean of Love
My Fire O Love,
Ablaze our bodies
To be an inferno,
You and me!
My Passion O Love,
Stoke our desires,
Engulf our souls
Into eternity,
A raging furnace,
You and me!
My Water O Love,
Wet ourselves
thoroughly
Body and soul,
Quenching flames,
To be a swirling
river
Flowing into the
ocean,
You and me!
I am a human being,
having success and failure both during my life journey. These are my opinions
presented with honesty. You may have different opinion. Please forgive me if I
have hurt you.
I love you all!
Meet you again!
Humbly and truly
yours
Rameshwer Singh
Life In Pictures:
L-R: With wife Dipika and sisters: Jasbir
Kaur and Manjeet Kaur.
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