Abdul Wahab


Treatment of a doctor


With an ailment I went to a doctor
To learn prevention is better than cure
But he prevented me to talk
And taught me nothing, he wrote something
Totally illegible, except ‘’Rx’’
On the left side of the prescription
As if he did not know how to write
Or he did not want me to know
What was my disease and what’s its medicine
Out of fear that his trade-secrets were revealed
All these provoked me to think that
He is more of a blackmailer than a trader
And more of a patient than a doctor who is suffering
From diseases called insecurity and superstition
And badly want of a nice treatment
Which I gave him in quick succession
And all that I did without charging any fees.

Submitted: Sunday, July 28, 2013
Edited: Monday, July 29, 2013
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Poet's Notes about The Poem

if you go to a doctor in India most of the doctors do not talk with the patients, they write something undeadable and but write 'RX'' clearly on the top left side of the prescription, they were /are students of science but practice superstition...this paradox gives me delight to bring out in front of..

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  • David Wood (7/29/2013 5:45:00 AM)

    It is the same the world over, nobody can understand what a doctor has written on a prescription. I am sure they are trained that way. (Report) Reply

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