Bleeding Hands!

Healing hands

Are getting hurt,

A soul that cares

Is being burnt!

A motive that's pure

Is being questioned!

A motto that's true

Is being doubted!

Doctors they say

Are next to gods

Has the notion changed?

Coz, they are treated like dogs!

They are spat on, 

Beaten black and blue

They are thrashed

Maybe even the god has no clue!

Being doctor 

Is a dream conceived

Even before, She knew 

to spell that word!

Years were spent

Trying to make ends meet,

She spent her youth

To take that oath!

A degree was earned,

Not just a degree for her

But a lifetime award!

For lives to save!

Drenched in sweat,

Sleep became a dream!

She's supposed to be sweet,

To all patients, far from home!

Happy doctors day

They wish one day!

And beat them up 

The rest of the days?!

Doctors are humans too

Just like me and you!

Leave them to live their lives

They aren't in charge of your lives!