The Healer
Blessed I am,
Am son of God
I must love life!
Like a flash of light,
Like a ray from height,
I vow-
In name of God
I will be a healer!
I begin my journey
To live my words.
I try discovering
What makes a healer?
I read books, read literatures
Read myths, read scriptures.
I attend schools, attend meetings
Attend churches, attend gatherings.
I speak to
Wounded and killer,
Saint and sinner,
Healer and sufferer.
Am not content!
Am restless and sleepless.
I sweat, I puff
I dream, I laugh.
Asking what makes a healer?
Here is
An old on street!
Rotting from head to feet
Stinking and oozing
Writhing and wheezing.
I asked him-
Sir, what you
Want in a healer?
He writhed, he wheezed
He coughed, he ached.
He paused, he stammered.
But he continued-
You wanna be a healer!
In contempt, he chuckled
And asked-
Do you love life?
I said-
Yes.
He lamented-
You haven’t touched me yet!
He continued-
Healer is one who
Loves me and touches me
And brings me to life
In its entirety!
I carried him to hospital.
And cared him day and night
Ignoring fear and flight.
I have to love life
And touch life.
When I loose touch
I loose life.
Then on-
I love life. touch life
Keep loving and keep touching.
I don’t let it loose
In despair, in danger
In dark and in anger.
I don’t differ
Saint or a sinner
Wealthy or a beggar
I don’t differ
Black or white
Meager or might
To me you are
A sacred life in pain
And I must forget
My worldly gain.
Blessed I am,
Am son of God
I must love life!
Am son of God
I must love life!
Like a flash of light,
Like a ray from height,
I vow-
In name of God
I will be a healer!
I begin my journey
To live my words.
I try discovering
What makes a healer?
I read books, read literatures
Read myths, read scriptures.
I attend schools, attend meetings
Attend churches, attend gatherings.
I speak to
Wounded and killer,
Saint and sinner,
Healer and sufferer.
Am not content!
Am restless and sleepless.
I sweat, I puff
I dream, I laugh.
Asking what makes a healer?
Here is
An old on street!
Rotting from head to feet
Stinking and oozing
Writhing and wheezing.
I asked him-
Sir, what you
Want in a healer?
He writhed, he wheezed
He coughed, he ached.
He paused, he stammered.
But he continued-
You wanna be a healer!
In contempt, he chuckled
And asked-
Do you love life?
I said-
Yes.
He lamented-
You haven’t touched me yet!
He continued-
Healer is one who
Loves me and touches me
And brings me to life
In its entirety!
I carried him to hospital.
And cared him day and night
Ignoring fear and flight.
I have to love life
And touch life.
When I loose touch
I loose life.
Then on-
I love life. touch life
Keep loving and keep touching.
I don’t let it loose
In despair, in danger
In dark and in anger.
I don’t differ
Saint or a sinner
Wealthy or a beggar
I don’t differ
Black or white
Meager or might
To me you are
A sacred life in pain
And I must forget
My worldly gain.
Blessed I am,
Am son of God
I must love life!
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