To the Surgeon Returning Home- An Original Poem
Cut fabrics of fresh
To make a garment of life
For those who are hopeless.
You whose needles
Stitch the hopes of men
Who have lost the courage to see tomorrow.
Like Moses' rod parted the red sea,
It was you who the partitioned the twins
That had divine glue between them.
Today, you walk on the lonely path
On which several surgeons
Before you have walked.
You walk on that path
On which every man stumbles
Today, O surgeon
You have fallen gallantly
To the same disease
That feared your knives and scissors.
I am @gandhibaba, the young man who goes about carrying his magical pen, not his gun, in his pockets.
Gif courtesy of @artzanolino
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