She stood silent,
Bruises bleeding blue,
She stood alone,
Wounds spilling red
Around her,
Coats white unmindful
Only a glance, stole
At her sad sorry state
She pleaded, begged,
Her pain fervent, but
Her pleas, on
Deaf ears they fell
Alone amongst help,
Unaided amidst aid,
Her cries weaker got,
Unheeded sounded her call,
Money was her flaw,
Of that she had none,
Help, aid within reach,
Lay rupees out of her grasp
Doctors thus are made,
In today's world and time,
Great is their need,
Greater their greed....
Vivek
Good one. But everyone in the community is not like the ones in the poem. Look forward to a positive one on the Schweitzers and Sudarshans in the community, for the rich and poor alike when ill repose faith only on them.
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