An intense love poem by Amrinder. A patient’s crush for the doctor is celebrated here, for Different Truths.
He took my head in both his hands
And looked deep into my eyes,
He did not see their sparkling beauty
Nor the love in them that lies.
It was for jaundice and for pallor
That he searched my eyes and skin!
Trust my fate to make me love
A doctor to my chagrin.
With a look of supreme indifference
His fingers on my pulse he laid,
And for it being fast and bounding
Dearly with a ‘disease’ I paid.
My heart he said he would palpate
For signs of a thrill,
Thrilled I was for I thought,
He’d hear it to his fill.
For my flushed cheek and dry lips,
My fluttering lids and unsteady gait,
My heaving breast and pounding heart,
He said he’ll have to investigate!
He who pretends to know all ills,
And more so their cures;
With no promise of relief
Into his trap of love, allures.
But not,
For all the flattery in the world,
My love for him I’ll trade,
Serious, stupid though he is
I love him as he’s made.
©Amrinder Bajaj
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Dr Amrinder Kaur Bajaj is a senior gynaecologist, an award-winning author, columnist, and poetess. She also writes editorials for newspapers like The Times of India, Tribune and India Express. At present, she is attached to FMRI (Fortis Memorial Research Institute) Gurgaon. She also teaches Minimally Access Surgery to national and international postgraduate doctors at The Medicity Gurgaon.
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