Hope Cure International Poem by Sumit Ganguly

Thousand stings prick his heart,
the mind gets drowned in pain
and the body floats rudderless.

Dear ones judge the state,
wield the magic wand of savings.
Ambulance, hooter, startled travelers.

The oasis is a hospital bed,
instruments and treating hearts
work as machines.

Medicines and operating tools
handled by deft hands
juggle the balls of hope.

Time is the healer or devourer
patience is the mother of life,
let us hope, let us hope, let us hope.

























Thousand stings prick a bread earner's heart,
the mind gets drowned in pain
and the body floats rudderless.

Dear ones judge the state,
wield the magic wand of savings.
Ambulance, hooter, startled travelers.

The oasis is a hospital bed,
instruments and treating hearts
work as machines.

Medicines and operating tools
handled by deft hands
juggle the balls of hope.

Time is the healer or devourer
patience is the mother of life,
let us hope, let us hope, let us hope.