"How can we heal you, when we are killed by you…” We fought with other minds in competition, We walked a long way to reach our destination, For years we slogged and studied, Many textbooks and many more years, We did it with all our heart because we chose to save lives, And hence, chose this profession from all other careers. Twenty-five years; still with a bag on our shoulders, This all isn’t easy, my friend, The road we have travelled had many boulders. Those half-eaten plates at restaurants. Those half-seen movies, Those half-spent evenings with our beloved family, Those tears our children shed When we couldn’t visit their annual function Because someone in the hospital Had a serious heart condition. Those days we survived with little food and more little sleep Because someone else`s life we had to upkeep And when one of us gets beaten up in some place of our nation, My heart fills with anguish and aggression. When the angry mob breaks a doctor`s bones, For something that he couldn’t mend, The one who saves lives of others, loses his own, Because of something which is only in God`s hand, I wonder, “Does none of them understand?” To cure each one that comes to us, we try When people close to you die, even our eyes cry Drop those sticks and anger down And look up to the God in the sky “Soul is immortal, body perishes, ” The Almighty, in Bhagavad Gita, said, Then why are we at fault When, despite our try, someone dies on the hospital bed

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