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Voice of a doctor 
For Justice  



A doctor,
I am and was 
my father’s dear daughter,
pearl of mother’s eyes
my brother’s very heart,
not meant for 
such severe torture
or heinous manslaughter,
I lie wasted;

Of years of those buiguels 
to treat both as equals
be it daughters or sons,
Many slogans raised
and so many puns,
All hopes crashed
I lie in stash.

Me and my brother 
were loved alike, 
raised alike,
Rather I excelled more
in every field and 
wore that pure white;

White that has 
the power to save,
To serve, to heal,
that I draped 
with great zeal;

Never did I know 
or could imagine,
Such monstrous 
men in the society,
Who killed
my very soul 
While I was saving them,
their mothers, fathers 
wives and kids;

Did their fathers
not teach them right,
or the mothers
failed to groom,
Sick mindset
of our people,
Such disrespect for 
the better sex,
killing instincts,
murder to the 
highest degree;

Why should 
we the mothers,
not kill these monsters
inside our wombs,
why our hearts 
should not shake,
In anticipation
of the unexpected,
Gruesome and unkind
minds of the mankind;

Why the suffering 
to that extent be,
without any fault 
of mine, 
And that too
while on duty,
My hospital 
my temple
Isn’t any safe,
No more what 
it used to be;

Wake up wake up 
You, the custodians 
of the society,
You, the government,
You, the sacristans,
Wake up wake up
You my leaders
You my colleagues
You my patients 
You my neighbours
You the poor
You the rich
You everyone
Wake up wake up
All the anarchics 
All the powerful
All the boneless
The merciless society,
For today it’s me,
Tomorrow it will be you;

For I have been
forced to turn red
tinged in my own very blood,
My life at stake
How can I save lives,
My honour 
Like molten gold
went down the drains,
A wishful life
in lust wasted;

Are you not in disguise,
For sake of 
your own wise,
Must raise 
some hue and cry,
Raise your voice
against these goons,
Don’t let go 
the brutal sacrifice,
and proved be befoons;

If not now 
then when ?
till every home 
does have it ?
till no girl 
is left to mother?
putting an end to 
your very birth,
existence and 
humanity ?

With umpteen hopes,
I am holding you high,
Don’t let any of us,
Pay such a huge price,
Turn everything 
Upside down,
Roar for justice 
At pitch so high,
Shudder this earth,
Shake the sky,
Throb hearts out,
Convulse your mind,
Spasm the muscles,
Till my enemy 
And thy enemy 
Quivers in fright.


Written August 17, 2024
©Dr Upma A. Sharma
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