(A gratitude poem for all doctors and the medical fraternity)
When the storm hit the coast,
your kind hands cupped the dangerous waters diligently, patiently casting them away, day after day.
The wild pandemic storm did not cease even then, knowing there were white coat clad commanders ready to save the shore from putting weapons down.
The vulnerable ones lost the battle.
Innocence stopped breathing.
The human scenario changed from bad to worse.
Lost lives could not be reclaimed.
But the sick, the downtrodden, the confused, the helpless were saved again and again by those generous souls, warriors of today's kalyug.
Indebted to you for life for the love that you have perceived in each one of us.
Grateful to you for reaching out when you yourself were at the receiving end putting self and family to risk.
Thank you for keeping alive the light at the end of the tunnel!
