Friday, July 12, 2019

THE TALE OF DR.RAJ, THE TEN-RUPEE DOCTOR







                              
           
                    He was known better as the ten-rupee doctor

                    Than by his name; he knew the pangs of poverty

                    A self-made person he found a chance

                    A goal to serve his neighbors poor

                    Who often fell ill and couldn’t afford to buy

                    The costly drugs or pay the doctor’s costly bill;

                    In making them happy he found a sense of thrill

                    And accomplishment of his long-cherished dreams;

                    Staying in a simple house he began to treat

                    His patients who flocked to him with thankful eyes;

                    His tall, stout body bespoke his rustic origin;

                    His palms though rough adept in healing touch;

                    His stern visage revealed his strength of will

                    Little he spoke, but his keen looks assess

                    The state of disease in a surprising way;

                    Never he let his patients explain too much

                    About their troubles ;”Enough”, he used to shout;

                    A few jottings on a slip he quickly wrote

                    None can decipher his mysterious script

                    Except the pharmacist beside, well-used to it;

                    Strict silence maintained whenever he came

                    He bowed before the portrait of God and stood

                    Closing his eyes for a moment and then began his work;

                   “ He is the ultimate healer, not I with mortal frame”,

                     He used to say with a philosophic smile ;

                     Never did he write a long  list of  medicines

                     He treated patients with minimum drugs

                     Unlike others who made huge profits

                     Colluding with drug-sellers who gave

                     A part of gains plundered from patients poor;

                     Drug-dependent slaves did he never make

                     His patients, but made them live in simple ways

                     Using natural, healthy food and nutritious drinks;

                     A harmonious style of life he always did advise

                     Without vain, wasteful and harmful habits;

                     His serious face with a commanding tone

                     Aroused in people a sense of respect with awe;

                     In his advice they found relief, no selfish flaw;

                     No lofty mansions did he build, no teeming wealth

                     No huge commissions did he require;

                     Content to live within his limited means

                     He did not yearn for undue profits or fame;

                    “Focus on your work; don’t crave for wealth and fame

                     Those small wisps of clouds in world’s changing game.”

                     He told his patients who came to praise his worth;  

                     He toured villages whenever free

                     To treat the poor without asking for fee;

                     Free medicines he gave to help the sick

                     True joy he found in other’s happiness and health

                     Still he did pursue in his noble line

                     Though old he was quite happy and fine

                      Reduced his working hours to suit his age

                      A dedicated doctor with no sense of craze

                      So many patients still remember his noble service

                      A true healer in him one always sees.


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            July 13, 2019                            Somaseshu Gutala
         
                           
                        

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