With Profound Respects To Venerable Dr.C.V.Krishnan Poem by chandra thiagarajan

To Dr.C.V.K. when last in Jan 2012, we coursed,
He proffered a book of poems—which in me aroused
The poetic flame and this musing is versed.

Oft have I cruised to many a doctor for salubrity,
And this de-tour, to Dr.C.V.K. was to one such a celebrity,
But the peregrination translated to be my life's gratuity!

My thyroid report, in May 2005, before me was lain,
The readings uncertain, rent me with pain.
I traversed to Dr.C.V.Krishnan for him to explain.

I was there in the evening, sans appointment
Without my other files—for they to me were insignificant,
But with them, the morrow, to arrive, was the appeasement.

Next day, I entered the fragrant room—so divine,
A subtle mellifluous chant filled the air—so fine—
As I chanced upon the saintly doctor—his mien sublime.

At that momentous meeting, I had the least inkling,
That this encounter would become a life-long bonding,
And he would be our mentor, with his thoughts ever lingering.

A synopsis of thirty years of my ailments
I furnished—with such an array of arrangements—
Of relevant dates and meticulous treatments.

Delighted at the mode of my presentation,
His benign nod told one of his appreciation;
For xerography, his assistant, he bid, for conservation.

For a series of tests, my blood was taken,
And for the results, I went, mind a bit shaken,
But with the assurance of doctor, my spirits were risen.

He desired the date and time of my birth,
Which to me were never of any worth;
I rummaged and with my horoscope then set forth.

He wanted me to adhere to the previous retinue,
And with it, a four and a half months to continue;
When, from September he accorded his treatment anew.

He is a proficient doctor in his ardent profession,
With accurate diagnosis he cures with innovation,
And to him we the patients flock with total submission.

Since then there has been no looking back; I am well—
As rung a bell, I trip to him every month, to tell,
'I am in the pink of health—no more in pell-mell.'

Small illnesses, though, at times do me assail,
My confidence in doctor would never ever fail,
And I, in placid waters again merrily sail.

At times when in deep grief and depression,
I dash to him for solace and kind consolation,
His empathetic, affable words rid me of my desolation.

Often he offers me good, rare books, with affection,
Which captivate and enthrall me with fascination,
My thoughts with them take wings to elevation.

One by one, my kith and kin—so many
Have followed my steps, and did me accompany;
For cure, solace and peace in doctor's company.

To Andhra Pradesh, he takes a sojourn monthly,
To patients all over the cities await him anxiously,
For his healing magic touch to save them instantly.

Our doctor is pure, devout, spiritual and holy,
And is a perfect noble man unoffending totally,
He is respected, regarded and revered admirably.

Once during our monthly jaunt to our doctor, glorious,
My husband chanced to observe his thesis meritorious,
Which later on proved to be a key to his life precious.

He is an eminent doctor with high qualification,
Has chaired the endocrinologist's forum with distinction;
A learned philosopher, his articles display his erudition.

His long wonderful service at Apollo,
Gravitated many a patient to his halo,
For they got nullified their illness' sorrow.

His repute as the leading endocrinologist of India,
At many countries, European, East Asian, and at Australia
Has won copious acclamation for his research inter-alia.

Music, dear to his heart, is his preferred passion,
He has authored good books from lofty station,
Whist treating his patients with love and compassion.

In our life, he is the towering beacon of light,
His pure positive energy enables us to fight
Our wavering thoughts and eases us out-right.

He is prodigious person par excellence,
None can equal his superb magnificence,
His gracious heart is ever filled with benevolence.

Even as a pious person in holy sainthood
Can bless all elders of his loving brood'
My hubby on his 'Sadabishekam' before him stood.

The doctor instantly got up from his seat in awe!
Incidentally knew not what to immediately draw—
And fondly presented sweet candies with Lord Anjaneya!

With our lot, like the ceremonies in the temple,
The loving gift added blessings ample,
And we cherish it in our pooja, as his love's sample.

He is a warm and good person to the laity,
But to us he is our modest personal deity
Descended from Heaven with real sanctity.

'We visit our doctor's clinic'—it's so mundane to say,
But in fact it is a holy journey of the day;
For it's our 'sanctum' where we, our veneration pay.

Overwhelmed when we, our deep gratitude spell,
With humility, he'd brush it aside and tell,
'It's just that I'm only His instrument—well! '

It is our proud privilege to be under his scan,
As he treats ably and as friendly as he can
Dei Gratia we wish this relationship to ever fan.

I am tremendously delighted and gratified immensely,
From the core of my heart, I thank God profusely.
For providing us with such a doctor, so heavenly.

I pay my respects with genuflection and reverence,
And sing this song with curtseying obeisance,
For it to ever remain in happy remembrance,

For engendering such a supremo by Lord 'Brahma',
Our doctor, at the pinnacle of wisdom, this beloved 'Atma',
I bow to him -the human God, our 'Krishnaparamatma'.

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