POETRY FORMAT, 4 Jan 2021
Good Morning, Bon Jour, Namaste
Can I help you in any way
I am your Medicine Man
Always at your Service,
My Friend, mon Ami the Gracious
Are you a Surgeon or a Doctor
No, I provide you medicines prescribed by your Doctor
Even if they are very rare, I will find them
And bring them at your door
But if I don’t need your medicines
Can you still help me
Yes my Friend, mon Ami
Waiting for your instructions
Come and talk to me
Tell me about yourself
How do you go from here and there
Without even resting somewhere
My friend, medicine is one way of help
Another is to listen to anybody
Living a lonely life — to listen and smile
At the jokes which may now seem shoddy
So my Friend, tell me your jokes
Share with me your sorrows
And you will find an attentive Ear
Who can cure without your shedding a Tear.
Dr Ravi P Bhatia is a member of the TRANSCEND Network for Peace Development Environment, an educationist, Gandhian scholar and peace researcher. Retired professor, Delhi University. His new book, A Garland of Ideas—Gandhian, Religious, Educational, Environmental was published recently in Delhi. firstname.lastname@example.org
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