I let open the old rusty gates and bees are the guards but harmless.
Flowers in the garden give fragrance to the visitors
And the old gardener welcome them with his smile toothless.
They come inside the homeless and we provide them a scanty meal
Which my beloved cooks with special ingredients.
I dress their wounds and give light medicines.
I have no idea why the police officers raided?
'Hey! Doctor you are under arrest for practicing without a license.' They insisted.
'I am sorry but I do voluntarily.' I said.
'Sorry is the cheapest word for an excuse.' A remark they passed.
In the court hearing the kind judge dismissed the case as she too doesn't have the oaths it seems.
I was perspired and it's broad daylight.
Anyhow I became a reputed doctor in my daydream.
You have a heart for the homeless even in your dreams. After all, kindness is the best medicine of all. Take care. Always your friend, Sandra
nice poem...with a pleasing anti climax in the end...thanks Nimal...10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
There is an Alice in Wonderland feel to this fascinating dream with it's kindness and practical doctoring and the absurdist interruption by the silly police officers. Perhaps they, like the cards in Alice, can be tossed into the air - into the thin air. Great poem. Love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥