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FLOWERS
It was an exhibition of flowers
Arranged with taste and purpose
An array of colours, scents and size
From tiny bud to just bloomed lotus
Yellow, white, pink and blue
Jasmine, roses,lotuses galore
Marigold and blue bells fought for attention
People simply watched with joy on their faces
There stood a girl so young,
Pretty with bright eyes and pigtails long,
Her fresh face looked sad and forlorn
I could ‘nt bear to see that unhappy face,
The ambient being so cheerful and
Mood so upbeat and festive all around,
She stood out like a sore and swollen thumb.
I took courage on hand and asked kindly
Tell me dear,why are you so sad,
While every one here adores these flowers
You seem to look at them with jaundiced eyes,
She looked at the flowers and sighed heavily
Oh, what apity, they wither away so quickly.
It bothers me so much that , i cant bear to look.
How touching, I said lightly,
It is the way of life you know,
Life being short or long , is not in your hands,
To make it worthwhile , full and memorable’
is indeed in your control.
I am a doctor and I should know about life,
I treat children, who are like these flowers,
Bright, vigorous and fresh like dew,
Like scent of flowers that spread far and wide,
They too spread cheer all around , you see.
When they come sick and troubled,
I see no smile on their faces fresh,
Their shining little eyes cant hide truly,
The pain of suffering that disease brings home
Their dancing feet come to a halt,
Their ever probing hands hang limp at their sides,
Cheerfilled screams and shouts give way to silence
A coat of discomfort envelopes their soul.
Ido my bit to put them at ease,
at times I see myself waging a losing battle
diseases come strong, one after another,
cures for them I find hard to come by
when I do succeed in curing them through
and see their smiles back on pretty faces
twinkle in their eyes brighten my soul
their hasty shyfilled thank you make my day
whenever Iam away from my young patients,
I like to see these true flowers of nature,
In their colour, scent and softness
I feel my soul rejuvenate and skills renewed.
With energy new found and strong
Igo back to my hospital and attack
The diseases, pains, tears and decay
That try to undermine my noble children.
When I succeed, Ithank the Lord,
For the flowers He created so wisely,
For the strength they give me to save so many
These flowers too serve a purpose true,
Even if they wither away after their time is due.
So enjoy , my friend these bunch of flowers
Their beauty, colour and soft lovely scent
He created them for your use, you know now,
He created you too for purpose something holy,
So get up and run , you have a world to save.
raghunathan
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