Again a Friday night approached,
With attending a gathering in the mosque
There was a discussion on a country
And there were refreshments too!
And the speaker mentioned,
For his war-torn country of Iraq
The proportion of a doctor and patients
precisely is 0.85:1000, to be exact.
There were delicious Iraqi dishes
I could not remember those names
Delighted we served our appetite
Returned home, quite full.
I saw a friend's post on the net,
about self -analyzing own symptoms
And treating on one's own, it's terrible I inferred.
And I realized, I am juxtaposing reality again, there.
The only viable solution, for now, maybe.
Copyright © Tamanna Ferdous | Year Posted 2019
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