Let's Invent A Drug! Poem by HEMRAJ KOIRALA

One day, a poet visited my clinic,
He looked a bit pensive, woeful, and sick.
I checked his BP — it had risen high,
His pulse was racing, almost ready to cry.

He was sweating, shuddering, slurring his speech,
A storm of tension no calm could reach.
I asked the poetic heart, 'Why look so sad?
Why does the cloud of anxiety torture you so bad? '

Listening to my question, ruminating deep,
The accelerated poetic heart took a courageous leap.
He held his bosom and let out a sigh,
Then started to express his inner cry.

'O Doctor, my doctor, ask not my concealed woe,
The torment lies too deep within — nothing more to show.
Albeit you zest for etiologies, diverse and deep,
Let me unfold the dolor — indeed, a Tophet peep.

O Doctor, I lament when I come to know,
People killing one another, deeming all as foes.
My doctor, I whimper when I come to know,
Gaza, Israel, Iran, Yemen — torn by missiles' blow.

Russia-Ukraine, Turkey-Cyprus, Bharat-Pakistan,
Pahalgam & Operation Sindur, Gilgit-Baltistan.
Syria, Qatar, Lebanon, Egypt — all make me sad,
Endless conflict, forlorn humanity — indeed makes me mad.

O Doctor, this distress provokes my BP's rise,
Therefore, my heart is in turmoil, and all calmness dies.
O Doctor, I ponder, why does madness reign?
How long must humanity endure this missile rain?

O Doctor, my doctor — O my second god,
People are growing more insane. Let's invent a drug!
One that can free us from anger, malice, and hate,
And guide every soul to compassion before it's too late.'