The world needs a doctor

Look around, this world is an ailing place,

Pathogens of hatred in every space,

No smile is permanent, no happiness is pure,

Progressing to the chronic stage, this world needs a cure,

This world needs a doctor-4

Everyone is a patient in hospital,

What’s the ailment, it is so hard to tell,

All beds have been taken, the rest lie out the door,

Suffering from a dreaded plague, this world needs a cure,

This world needs a doctor-4

Everyone is suffering, everyone’s a carrier,

Immunity compromised, losing all the barriers,

Coughing words tuberculous,

Breathing out the viral hate,

Autolysing the good within,

Poisoning our own fate,

Spreading like a contagion, nothing to curtail the rot,

Undergoing apoptosis, humanity dying on cot,

Running out of energy, no hope left to infuse,

Paralysed waiting for death, soiled by own refuse,

And only one who can now, cure the world of cancer,

A doctor is what we need, this world needs a doctor.

Depressed now, this world needs a treatment,

Waiting for; the doctor to come to them,

Kept alive by the last injection of hope,

Losing will to live; this world needs a cure,

This world needs a doctor-4

This world needs a doctor!!!!

Justice delayed is justice denied

Wipe that smirk of your face, it makes 90000 pair of eyes cry

CJI needs to re read basic law ethics

Dear Mr. CJI,

How do you sleep?

When you go on forcing,

90000 to weep,

You think you do the justice,

Guess what you are naïve,

Go back and read the law,

Justice delayed is justice denied,

Guess you have no connection,

With the plight of us docs,

And we need not your concern,

We prefer the tears of a croc,

You keep dilly-dallying,

You play with our lives,

And smell the burning morals,

As we shred the Hippocrates inside,

So will you take the blame?

For our sleepless nights,

Or will you finally man up,

And serve the verdict right.

The Butchering Goddess

She stared at her womb,

Eyes greedy; gleaming,

A smile she offered,

Inside joyously screaming,

Gleefully motioned,

To the opposite chair,

The father apprehensive,

Mother in morbid fear,

She was now a master,

She read them well,

Mind wandering to greens,

Dreamt her fortunes swell,

He spoke in hushes,

She responded in affirmation,

Planned together,

A heinous operation,

She worked out a deal,

Like a vegetable vendor,

Smiled in hell, the Satan,

As her soul surrendered,

Reached they an agreement,

The doomsday was set,

Her thirst for the blood,

Drowned her regret.

Came the day of devil,

He brought her ready,

She handed reassurances,

Her demeanor steady,

The nurse prepped up the OT,

As she put on the gloves,

The angels began wailing,

In the skies above,

She walked in to butcher,

To feast on her sin,

As the nurse shut the chamber,

Cordoning of the din,

She peaked on adrenaline,

In that house of slaughter,

Cutting of the cord,

Of yet another daughter,

And when out she stepped,

Her hands were sparkling clean,

But clean weren’t those eyes,

Bloodied, remorselessly gleamed,

The father stood relieved,

His burden was disposed,

Handed over the niceties,

Like she had proposed,

And when she returned home,

Cuddled up her daughter,

She had forgotten the blood,

Forgotten the slaughter.

Not a tear of regret fell,

Not a hint of remorse,

As she slept content with self,

Her lust screaming for more.

An Ode to the NEETPG fiasco

Thousands will remember,

The joke that was played,

Their dreams were molested,

And the justice was raped.

The money and the power,

Reigned supreme over the law,

Being a doctor in those times,

Was their only ‘critical’ flaw.

One India, one exam they dreamt of,

But denied were their dreams,

The knowledge was up for sale,

Accessible only to those with greens.

The poor and the honest,

Toiled hard to achieve the zilch,

The dumbs used their banks,

The system didn’t even flinch.

The Hippocratic Oath they took,

Was burning to ashes inside,

Thousands will remember,

The year their morals died.