Theme: Healers

The Saviors

Dedicated to the Medical World

The world
at crossroads, suddenly
Blank eyes
gazing at
parading through every lane
knocking at every door…
The eerie silence
their lips don’t even quiver
they don’t whisper even in prayer…
A crossword puzzle
most words missing, a riddle…
A maze
the exit clouded in a haze…
A horror movie, terribly tight
The end nowhere in sight…
Frightened faces, stricken souls
look at you, the white angels
the fighters, the warriors
you are their hope, the healers…
You alone can win the race
You alone can save the race…


More By  : Dr. O.P. Arora

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Comments on this Poem

Comment All have to die one day. That is part of life. All should be ready to die in a natural way in a free mind. That's better!

T A Ramesh
15-Feb-2021 11:54 AM

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