He prescribed a pain pacifying drug,
I, no kind to treating pointers of pain,
Rooted to the cause of root cause, shrugged,
But the pain, not like an off-season rain,
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Folding my sleeve before the Doctor! ! Waiting for an answer. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.