And Kitchen Sink Remains Flooded Poem by Aniruddha Pathak

A kitchen sink
Gets when over flooded,
Thoughtless we rush,
Not a moment to think,
We rush to mop dry the floor,
And there lies the great lore.

This is precisely how
Doctors tend to treat us,
Backing them up
The drug-cartels' nexus,
They, forgetting the root cause—
Why the water tap flooding was.

But then we all know
What easy be to treat,
But there forever lurks a doubt
If anyone would it readily greet,
Plain truth is: there's in it no money,
Be it docs, drugs or any.

There lies the truth so stark,
Bite less be our dog-like bark,
For, the lifestyle treatment,
Not the treatment of the ailment,
Helps only but the patient,
Not docs-hospital regiment!

Now, if a doc, let us say,
Were to simply say:
Beware O patient, change your food,
And your lifestyle for good,
Chances are he'll soon starve,
And cartels a falling curve would carve.
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Reflections |35.03.2020|
Topic: doctor, disease