Moral Medical

a poem by Runa Pradhan

Place where diseases are deceased
Patient are treated and cured;
Diseases are get curbed;
Lives get saved.

A health radical,
That’s we call medical;
Medicine are made the obstacle;
To the disease maker and made miracle.
In the need, indeed everyone will go there
One day or one day to free off to care;
Ill body to cure, illnesses to spare;
Life at door of health to dare.