Doctors - Poem by Dave Tanwar
I wonder, if there would’ve been no doctors
There would have been no disease
We need not to have these proctors
Who creates viruses just to earn their fees?
If you survive from the ghastly surgery of theirs
After all the pain in veins that you have suffer
They take the credit & disappear. But it’s not fair! !
Except if your die on hospital bed, its god’s will you duffer
When I was young, they often made me sick
Told me the name of infection that I can’t even think
Prescribed the pills, which you’ll never wish to lick
Pills yet throat snub to take once they reach the brink
With the white coat on & Golden frame on their eyes
They spend their twilight drinking some wine
At dawn they advice consumption of liquor is not wise
Destroys your liver, hurt your heart & fees break your spine
They want you to eat everything but not what you like
They wish you live but hope you never survive
Go for a walk and do some hike
Still you visit them if you want to remain alive?
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