Sonnet: Lamentations Of An Upright Doctor
Oh God, my lord, I want to be upright!
by Dr. A.Celestine Raj Manohar M.D.,
Could I send patients with pockets empty?
When poor and sick a person comes to me.
My conscience tells me whatever is right.
Though he be rich, could I him ever fleece?
Where is the need for too costly treatment,
Except to take back money for my rent?
I can’t charge him hence, exorbitant fees.
When cure can come for rupees only ten,
Then all I need to do is speak kind words;
Can I waste money ev’n if he affords?
Where is the need to admit him often?
God, let me keep my ethics in this world!
Heaven is not attained by any gold.