I'M My Own Physician
Infidel I’m
My God is my master of soul
Belief of Muslim, Christian, Jew, Buddha, Hindu….
hurts me very much,
troubles walking path of my conscience,
gashes my inside temple of heart
My true sense of sight, smell, hearing, touch, tasting
now in badly wounded
many physicians of prevailing religions come and go
but no disease they find
day comes with the sunlight and goes
night comes with the moonlit and starry sky bed, and goes
my illness is increasing day by day
the roses are alive and beautiful on its stalk
tailor birds and nightingales are happy in twitting, chirping
clouds are feeling contented by shedding rain in cats and dogs
ducks are quacking for drake romantically
o I’m lying on the bed of disease
still no physician finds my illness out
no, none still finds me out
then I become physician of my own inner heart
and my intuition gives me a true medicine
that’s the love, just love, love for all
I take it inside my heart, care it with fidelity
now I feel good
-December 18, 2019 Chattogram
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