Once I was ill,
Treated I was,
By a great physician,
My disease was diagnosed,
Incisions were made,
I was bleeding, I did not object,
I was being treated, I thought,
A point of time came, when,
Treatment was declared over,
I lay still, motionless,
Never felt better,
Instead grew continuously weaker,
I called my doc back,
She was busy with other patients,
Had no time for me,
Abandoned I froze,
Today I am dead with a body alive,
The doc carries on, saving other lives.
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A refined poetic imagination, Lover. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.