Heal Thyself O Patient: Part Ii Poem by Aniruddha Pathak

He prescribed a pain pacifying drug,
I, no kind to treating pointers of pain,
Rooted to the cause of root cause, shrugged,
But the pain, not like an off-season rain,
Persisted, gaining some intensity,
The devil of a doc, vindicated,
Looking kind, stern-eyed still, nodded at me,
‘See, your own counsel got you defeated! '

Over-ruled, rebel on knees, out elbowed,
Bowed to submission, and folding my sleeve,
I looked as if by doctor's wisdom awed,

He looked up thence a stern verdict to give:
There's no escape seeds are once duly sowed,
Ailments from no remote space we receive.
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This is a sequence of nine sonnets on one theme. See the note at end of the last poem.
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Sonnets | 04.11.12 |
Topic: body, nature, healing, doctor, patient