Respect The Rehabilitator

By Shreya Shirol

To the world that you cure

That makes you so unsafe and sour

You put up your life

To bring us back to life

Isn’t it our duty to return back your pride?

Maybe the God is one

But his faces are many

He comes to life

Just to bring us back to our family.

Soldiers on the border

Strive to make our nation stronger

But what about those soldiers

Who strive to make our life better?

In every patient they treat

They put their blood, sweat

And again they repeat.

Just to make our life better

The Doctors strive so harder.

Let us neither hurl stones

Nor hit them with a stride

But in return thank them

For forgetting their appetite.

Normal life would be impossible

Without those dutiful hands.

Let us treat them respectfully

With our soul, heart and mind.

By Shreya Shirol