(060) Pain And Palliative Care Poem by premji premji

(060) Pain And Palliative Care

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This window,
how do I
define it?
Where do I
fix it?

Today,
it rains heavily!
Still, how bright
and silent
the long corridors
of this pain clinic! *

Sitting beside
the book shelves
in the library,
my eyes
gazed through the
small notes on the walls:
`Stop smoking,
Save yourself...'
And something on cancer
awareness...

Suddenly doctor* came
and sat with me.
So simple and lazy
his attire,
beautiful
his well trimmed beard,
merciful
his eyes-
even light-years
not sufficient enough
to measure
the depth of them,
kind his voice-
soft and generous,
fills your souls
with so much of belief
and enthusiasm!

With patience immense,
he answered
all my questions,
gave some brochures:
`Freedom from pains...
Little bit more of life...'

Pointing to their logo,
he told, ' Very simple,
three pictures-
a window,
a bird flies up
and a flower,
drawn by one of
our patients...'

My heart
felt so heavy
while leaving from there.
A great sorrow
torments it even now:
who drew it? I didn't ask,
couldn't visit that
lone heart, if alive...

Dear friend,
frontiers are common ones....
And you drew this window
to fix on the great wall
separating life and death,
didn't you?

Through this smiling flower,
you mean: comeback to life,
peaceful days
in unison with nature,
buds of hope,
don't you?

And your bird:
flies up
from this great prison
called earth
to the free skies of
eternal peace,
doesn't it?

Dear,
you defined
the undefined
with just three symbols!
Let me kiss
those pale fingers
with my soul!

And those two squares
left unfilled,
what do they symbolize?

'Your heartlessness...'

Whose voice is that?


09.09.98

A window, with four squares inside, is the logo of pain and palliative care clinic, Medical College, Calicut and this poem is the explanation of that window. Unfortunately I cannot include that logo here. Just imagine a window with four squares and whose upper left square consists the image of bird flying up. The lower right square has the picture of a flower.

*Dr.Sureshkumar, PPC

In our country, more than a million people are suffering from cancer. And 80% of them are in the uncontrollable and incurable state even at the time of diagnosis. What can we, do for them? Palliative care is the answer. It is the latest branch of modern medical science. Palliative care society functions for those patients who are incurable and those who suffer from pain. The clinic functions only from the help of kind people and their donations. The patients, they don’t need your sympathy, they need love.The government has to relax the supply of pain killers like morphine for the suffering patients since most of the painkillers are included in the list of ‘drugs! ’

We request all writers to send copies of their books for the light reading of patients in PPC. Let us pray for our brothers and sisters, light their life, bright and colourful. Number of patients is increasing day by day, requirements also. Kindly extend your co-operation, only we are there to help them. Kindly send your donations to:

Secretary,
Pain and palliative care society,
Medical college.P.O.
Calicut - 673008.
Kerala, India.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Kesav Easwaran 19 August 2008

poem window opens out right, to tell what is inside...and tell...most touchingly... the pictures to me, indicate- pain sustenance and final relief...well, premji this is one of the bests you released in this site...10/10

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Mamta Agarwal 19 August 2008

this is heart wrenching, somehow i know what you are talking about. i visit a beautiful cancer hospice run by the mostgentle, devoted sisters i have seen, who try to do everything to make these terminally ill patients happy, comfortable. palliative care is most crucial for these patients to live a life of dignity. Prem Ji i agrfeel this poem is really beautiful, sad, also depicting man; s courage in the face of adversity. it is timeless, Mamta

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Sandhya S N 27 July 2009

very touching words are they very touching intrepretation to the symbols too. Life... there occurs many instances which takes away our hopes and dreams all of a sudden and we stand before, with some unkonwn unanswered questions Why? What for? How to escape? .... nothing answers.... But only one way remains just...just go on with the stream... unquestioning the causes and consequenses.... words direct from the heart... regards sandhya

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Indira Babbellapati 23 June 2009

is a life devoid of humant touch worth the show? the tone of compassion moistens my heart. what use wandering in one's own corridors...? ? ?

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Pandian Angelina 21 June 2009

Through her window, lonely Looking out from her bed She saw the flower bright So full of hope budding out The upper portion of the window It showed her the bird in flight Flight from life, torment and pain The pale fingers they held in them Not just a brush soaked in paint But a gift of joy, love and hope Even when drenched in showers of pain! A sad heart you leave me with Poet friend when I read this poem My tears they kiss the fingers Of the little girl who held your hand! Walking with you through your pains & tears Leena

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Sandra Fowler 19 November 2008

One feels that the tears of the poet fall silently through all the stanzas of this exceptionally beautiful piece, Grief knows no margins, you do not weep alone. Always your friend, Sandra

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Indira Renganathan 19 August 2008

A topnotch human.Very touching.words of stars countless.Thank you

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