Physician Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Physician

Took him long and efforts
-to arrange documents
-finally, he landed

Read and read, took the tests
-passed exams, good grades
-and became a doctor
-this time in Canada
-first one was in Russia.

Searched for job
-everywhere
-and on line
-could not find

Work here means knowing
-the people; have friends
-not the art and science
-he, new, a Russian and alone
-abandoned, felt the pains
-so, returned

Now he heads hospital
-respected, gets reward

Heard of him having said:
- "Canada? Call it hell! "
-Sveta had listened
-he showed heart, complained:
- "Sweet are the people in surface;
-But their minds are grey…
-Darker than the Seabed's…"

Brain came here, hoped
-but went back as was forced
-with feelings; which have burned

"Siberia in Russia is for works
- Krasnodar is my home
-have passport, Canada's
-come if want…just for fun! "