A Beautiful Scar! Poem by Bhushan Bhalgat

The canvas was his world; paintings artisan;
His fingers magical; sketched the undiscovered;
Meagre income; one meal a day; four mouths to feed;
Courtesy to the art-lovers at the traffic signal!

Hobby turned occupation; just-enough to sustain life;
Ignorant had he become to the slight throb in his right arm;
The pain escalated every night; until the day
His swollen arm, even the car-owners could notice!

Day by day; few windows slid down; handful paintings sold.
"How will I sustain? How will I feed my tots? "
Dark thoughts of the future stormed his mind;
Beyond his wildest dreams; "Life without a dominant hand"

One fine day, a window didn't ascend back.
A mister stepped down, instead. God's mercy;
Avid art lover and a cancer specialist, was he!
"Osteosarcoma! We may be able to save your arm! "

Magic it was indeed! Just a couple of weeks and
The cancer had to prostrate itself before the chemo!
The tumour had been excised and THE hand was saved.

The Doctor had carved a beautiful scar on THE hand!
The SAVED Hand carved back the Doctor's portrait!
Gifted were BOTH the ARTISTS!