his name was Krishna Gopal
human hearts, were his bosom pals
brilliant heart surgeon, just forty
by skill adept, by principles lofty
to serve rural poor, when he got a chance
it was win-win, he grabbed with both hands
in him patients' trusted utmost
he saved lives, he was modest and didn't boast
but fate had a twist for this great soul;
an accident, extracted a huge toll
ICU he had built, found him brain dead
through a team whom he had trained and led
brave wife was keen to donate organs
which for some to live, could give a fresh chance
meanwhile, since long waiting for heart transplant,
an young man's wish, will God, be pleased to grant?
brain dead Gopal's heart, to cut the story short
is now the young man's crucial beating part
the young man is said to be doing well
his heart now has a great story to tell
to Gopal, organ transplant was a passion
to speak and convince, he never shunned
in his time, he had harvested hearts
that helped recipients' life to restart
now, call it irony, Gopal's heart beats loud and clear;
a young man sings: ' for my life, this heart is dear'
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