Healer Poem by Ratnakar Rout

Back to the school days
One day Doctor came for vaccination
To save the children
From the epidemic
If not nipped at the bud
Will be incurable.

The children trembled
Like frightened cockroaches
At last the peril came
A ghost like man appeared
With a sharp needle
The instant crunching pain is over
They distributed some white powder
To apply on the wounds
And disappeared.

Wounds healed up
Still the scar is there
It will perish
When the body disappears.
Is it invincible?
Or inerasable not known
Whether the disease conquered later on.

Like a doctor
You came
With no needle, no thread, no cotton
No gauge, nothing
You appeared
Engraved a unseen wound
Which does not bleed
But pains eternally within
Unlike a scar carved in vaccination.

It wakes up like
A bleeding wound
Sensitizes, bemuses and thrills
Heals at times
And at times exterminate
It pains and enchants.

You are the doctor
To heal up the invisible wound
Your images are well within
Is not it
The remedy is YOU