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Sankhajit Bhattacharjee Poem 215

Scientific Research Fellow in University of Wisconsin, Milwaukee


People are waiting from dawn till dusk, from dusk till dawn,

sitting on corridors or under the open sky,

sleeping with stray dogs and naughty cats,

taking tea or meals with dust and germs...

Many are patients, others are their relations;

all are drooping- it seems all will get admitted soon;

they are suffering because they opt for cost free treatment...

This is the picture of a national government hospital of India.

Poor and middle lower class patients suffer

not only from diseases but also from destiny,

if you pay, you will soon get a promising treatment from private.

I went there to mend my broken tooth...

At last I chose the second option

and within days my smile caught everyone’s sight.

© 2021 Sankhajit Bhattacharjee


Ann Carr from SW England on May 07, 2021:

It's a shame when money determines health. In Britain we are lucky to have the National Health Service. Everyone contributes through work or sometimes other means and we all have the treatment available, though richer people can still access it more quickly which doesn't seem fair. Lately the waiting lists have been getting longer.

Good comfortable teeth certainly produce a better smile!


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