The Medicine

a poem by Ashwin Kumar T

It is now on for such a long time,
Its about time they called it a miracle,
I thought it would end soon but I was proven wrong,
How by the sheer gift of hope she just lived on.

They told it was cancer, that they could do nothing,
But she proved it to them that they needn’t do anything at all,
She would see through the darkness as if it never existed,
And wake up every morning to stand on her legs, unassisted.

The doctors have grown bald, the nurses have grown fat,
And those who were bachelors are now caring dads,
The hospital is running out of patients,
Getting sick is so out of style,
As everyone seems cured and healthy after seeing her salubrious smile.