Dr. A.Celestine Raj Manohar M.D.,

Gold Star - 16,120 Points (14-2-1957 / Coimbatore, Tamilnadu, India)

Sonnet: Lamentations Of An Upright Doctor - Poem by Dr. A.Celestine Raj Manohar M.D.,

Oh God, my lord, I want to be upright!
Could I send patients with pockets empty?
When poor and sick a person comes to me.
My conscience tells me whatever is right.

Though he be rich, could I him ever fleece?
Where is the need for too costly treatment,
Except to take back money for my rent?
I can’t charge him hence, exorbitant fees.

When cure can come for rupees only ten,
Then all I need to do is speak kind words;
Can I waste money ev’n if he affords?
Where is the need to admit him often?

God, let me keep my ethics in this world!
Heaven is not attained by any gold.


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, July 31, 2003

Poem Edited: Wednesday, March 3, 2010


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