The Doctor. Poem by Gangadharan nair Pulingat..

She was a girl born and bought up
In village background I have seen
Walking through the narrow ways of garden
Walking through the slippy earth of field
The paddy field near the stream
Carefully taking her little bag
And wearing a uniform neatly dressed
She was so fearful to the frogs jumping
She feared a little the non venomous snake
Which was often runs through the ways
The frogs jumping and touching the feet
And sudden jump they frightened the poor girl
But she was decisive enough in dealing matters
She cared well in studies and her goal
Years passed, I was admitted in a hospital
I saw the uniformed doctor visiting her patients
I felt she was resembling the face of old girl
Not missed actually the doctor was that little girl
A famous doctor of the town, her fame.