I'm a Doctor.

I love.

I hate.

I feel pain.

I cry.

I bleed in same color

As you.

I'm not allowed to mistake.

My dictionary is full of

Care, compassion, 

Duty, dedication,

I use to get up early

But no fix time 

To go on bed.

I've a family.

I've relationship.

But no time 

To spare with them.

No temple, mosque,

Church, gurudwara

Is in my life

Except hospital.

When I take money 

As consultation,

It is assumed 

Like bribery.

A father comes to me

In hope to save the life of son.

Just while my wife

Is wriggling with labor pain.

First I treat him

Then cuddle to my wife.

My daughter always miss me

In her every happiness.

But still smiles

Like her mother.

We feel proud on each other

No pain, no complaint.

If I'm a doctor 

Is it my sin?

Not to be treated

As a human being?

Dr. Ashutosh