Lighthouse

The world doesnʼt end every other day

The Apocalypse descending upon the mortals of the universe ,isnʼt customary.

But when Mother Nature is roused,

Beware.

The ordinary human can do nothing but lament

For only the fittest survive.

Or can he defy the illness that seeks to purge him?

When the mortal is hurt where does he rush to?

In whose presence does he find refuge?

Be it the richest man on earth or the crumpled low life on the street

They all solemnly march to the one person who believes that all lives matter.

‘Doctor ‘ they cry

‘Will I be cured?ʼ they ask, their eyes laden with fear.

And the patient Doctor, she says kindly

‘Do not fret. I will try my best ‘

And she gives them hope,

Like a lighthouse guiding ships away from the cruel sea of despair.

So let us raise a toast

To our doctors

Who strive to extricate us

From our excruciating pain

And let us try to be grateful for their very existence

As it is clear

That they help the rest of us cling on to the life we hold dear.

-Nethra.B