Doctors Are Patients Poem by Kolitha Lelwala
Doctors Are Patients
Mellifluous music
nicely furnished rooms
cool air gushes
make everybody blooms.
Digital thermo sets
One touch moving beds
Bright ophthalmoscopes
Top otoscopes.
Bright faces with paints all over
Yet empty brains with hard skulls
Clueless white clothes
Pendulous stethoscopes
Mighty medical reps, who
Teach 'world's best medicines'
Nobody reads notes
yet, counts Dollar notes.
Lost in medical supermarket
Practicing commercial medicine
I miss patients back home
And I lose my hands' acumen.
Giving what patients want
Obeying their derisory commands
I feel really exhausted
Here …..
Patients are doctors
And sadly
Doctors are patients.
1ST November 2006
'Patients are doctors And sadly Doctors are patients.' heyyyyyyyyy I found this really an interesting piece well done. thanks for sharing u deserve a+++++10 anjali '
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4/24/2024 8:27:41 AM # 1.0.0.1119
I can really empathize with your feelings. having gone to numerous medical facilities due to my condition. I like the flow of your poem and choice of words. concise and effective