A complex balance, God allows on earth,
Whose nature, man can never understand;
God gives a purpose for each human birth,
And leads the righteous, holding by right hand.
Most nations' people labor in ways vain;
Huge sums get spent in making trips to space;
Who cares about his brother's woes and pain?
Most humans love to wear a mask for face!
While millions starve for want of one small meal,
How money's poured down drains and well forgot!
The neighbor's problems, no one cares to feel;
The world is heading for a mighty rot!
But nothing happens without grace of God;
Each human feat requires Maker's nod!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 15-01-2016
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Dear Dr, Every line has a golden meaning. Happy new Year. I came once to kaRpagam Medical College with an idea of meeting you, but you were on leave that day. I met my friends Dr.N.Radhakrishnan, Dr.Ravindran (Ophthalmology Professors) and Dr.M.Manivasagam (Prof of Paediatrics)