Something I Look At-126 Poem by Smrui Ranjan Mohanty

SOMETHING I LOOK AT-126
BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY



Happy birthday Titloo

My son!
the time has come
people will call me by your name.
I will be identified through you.
Nothing more a father needs
when his son becomes his identity,
his name is preceded and succeeded
by his son's deeds.

Looking back everything seems satisfying.
I don't remember any occasion
when you gave me an opportunity
to tell you anything.
All along you carried yourself
and when you decided to be a doctor,
my joy knew no bounds.
I do admit whatever qualities you have in you are because of you
and if you lack anything is because of me,
my careless fatherhood.

Today is your birthday
Let my years of life,
wishes and prayers be with you.
Let God give you strength
to fight against diseases,
the eyes that never differentiate
poor from the rich,
the ears that listen to the voice
of ailing humanity and the will
to stand by them by all means
putting aside your own comforts,
likes and dislikes.
Be a poetry of dedication,
an epitome of love and sacrifice,
the harbinger of a new era.
Raise your voice of thunder
against what is happening around,
unethical practices and injustice
and ensure that whoever comes to you
never go unheard and unattended.
Disease is both a physical condition
and a state of mind.
Healing starts from the mind
Be a doctor of the body and mind.
Be patient with your patients.
Never tell anyone he is terminally ill,
there is no hope.
He will die before his death.
Before disease and death
a doctor can hardly surrender
and allow his patients to do so.
If the doctor loses hope,
who will stand by the patients?
Whatever may be the condition,
tell your patients with a smile still there is hope and fight against the disease is on
and will go on, just have faith in God.

Forget not!
as a doctor, you are only dealing
with physical bodies,
you are dealing with the sentiments,
emotions and feelings of thousands of people who see God in you,
for whom you are the lone saviour
when they run through the worst phase of life, face to face with the stern and naked reality, with no roof overhead
and the earth below sinking.

Be with them in the moments of sorrow,
be in the heart of their hearts,
feel the agony, feel the distress, feel the pain.
Present yourself with a loving smile,
a throbbing heart, a genuine concern
and see the difference.
No therapy and medicine
can match your body language and gestures.
Unconditionally love your patients,
love the profession,
you will see how beautiful and fulfilling life is.

Smruti Ranjan Mohanty©