Out there we started a long chit-chat
She stood nearby us and glanced at
With confusion on her face and hopes in her eyes
She approached us with fear in her voice
Handling a paper she stood beside
To know what was mentioned inside
I casually read it with a normal sigh
But for her to handle this was pretty high
A clinical prescription with a few tests
Without which she would never again be the best
Trying to decipher the blood-red rashes on her skin
Though I could barely diagnose anything
Her prognosis was good but with medicines only
Sadly for her own treatment she had no penny
Standing there helpless with white coat
I could only see saliva swallowing down her throat
I realized over small things the way we cry
When these people have lived their life so dry
And once again to us she taught
That to grumble and depress Life is too short!
-Natasha Tungare