British-Time T.B. Sanatorium Wards Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

Wherever they are
Under the forest ranges
Or the secluded places
Tell of
A difficult time
Gone by,
The horror and terror
Of the T.B. patients
Suffering from
With no hope for living
And the British doctors and nurses
Taking care of,
Serving
Where the people used to
Fear to go,
Even the relatives
Of the patients
Presuming a supposed to be
Contact with

And the houses dilapidated
And falling
Lying under the trees
Still tell of
The age gone by,
The influx of patients
And dying from
Tuberculosis,
But they serving,
Serving,
The British, European
Doctors and the medical staff
Given to overseas assignments
And service to man is service to God.