Again salt is put on my wounds, again I bleed <br />Yesterday only event took place, I am sullied <br />A poor husbby’s wife had a labour pain <br />Brought to a Hospital, for greeting gain <br /> <br />All were happy outside, inside medical check <br />Baby was ready to come out, to see the world <br />At utter surprise, doctor gave a beastly peck <br />Mother must be operated, ‘a stone was hurled’ <br /> <br />Then came a nurse, Sister Magothi and said <br />Case is not complex, not to be operated, treat <br />Poor lots at Govt. hospital come with hope <br />Why money? Help humanity, you’re paid <br /> <br />Doctor replied, if this would be simple delivery <br />I will pay the amount charged, I promise, agree <br />Hopeless, they took the lady, at the risk of God <br />Lady delivered the Baby on the pavement in a pod <br /> <br />I salute Magothi for his deeds, a blithe soul <br />I curse the doctor, curse to his profession <br />I praise to Allah brought the baby in this earth <br />I praise all those condemned the act and cursed <br /> <br />Priceless humanity is so costly, measured with money <br />Shame to the profession that drains humanity honey<br /><br />Aftab Alam<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/don-t-make-profession-a-curse/
