gandhi baas!

Surgical ward mein tha mera pehla din,

Massive dressing wale patient bache the teen,

Mujhe allot kiya gaya tha bed no. saat,

Chal padi main tray lekar apne haath.

64yrs ke patient the woh, ramji tha unka naam,

peechle 4 mahinon se bed no. 7 hi tha unka dhaam.

Gher liya tha unko ek gandi baas ne,

Ladne lagi ab main bhi apni, hare k saans se.

Pattiyon se dhak gaya tha unka daya pair,

Dressing karma mushkil tha mask bagair.

Main boli ‘sister, lend me a surgical mask,

Its impossible to continue this difficult task’

Pattiyon mein dhaki thi, zehrili baat kuch aisi,

Blood aur slough mein soaked dressing ke peeche se jhaank rahi thi malignancy.

Sq. cell carcinoma ne laga rakha tha apna dera,

Disseminated metastasis ne unke har aang ko tha ghera.

Mere har sparsh se dard hota unko bada zor,

Lekin cancer cachexia ke karan macha nahi paye who shor,

Spontaneously woh tumour karne lagta bleed,

Its rightly said, carcinoma was highly vascular indeed.

Inke liye zaroori tha palliative amputation,

Paison ki tangi ki wajah se, nahi kiya unhone operation.

Sari bandages nikal kar, dali maine nayi dressing,

Ab khul ke saans le rahi thi main. Kam ho gayi meri suffering.

Ramji bole ‘3 din ke baad mera dressing karma,

Waise bhi ab mujhe ek na ek din hai marna,

Kya pata do dinon mein main pahunchu bhagwan ke ghar,

Gandi baas banker baitha hoon, boj hoon tum sab par.

Najane kyun upar wala badha raha tha meri saanse,

Koi nahi aaya milne mujhe peechle 4 mahinon se,

Daya aati ho mujhpar beta, toh dena mujhe marne ka injection,

Na rehegi yeh gandi baas meri, na rahegi dressing ki tension!’

Bhar aayi aankhein meri, sunkar unki yeh baat,

Phenk diya maine mask mera, used dressing ke saath,

Sharam aa rahi thi mujhe, pehen kar yeh white apron aur steth,

Treatment na sahi, de sakte the hum unhe ek respectable death.

Unka saamna na kar payi main, meri bolti hui bandh,

Doobte sooraj ko dekh rahe the ramji, dekh rahe the zindagi ka darpan!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

woh bimari!

Baithi thi main khursi par, pachas patients se ghiri,

Na fan, na light, aur woh marne wali may ki garmi.

Injection deti meri ek fren bata rahi thi mera haat,

Aane wale har patient ko chahiye thi sui, na sunate woh hamari baat.

Teesri intern andar laga rahi thi i. v. line,

Un patients ke liye tha who amrit saman, ‘SALINE DIVINE’

Baki bache 7 intern ko bheja tha field visit par,

Unke saath gaye the hamare PHC ke medical officer.

Jaise waqt beet raha tha, badh rahi thi patients ki line,

Monday subah ki OPD thi woh, na saans lene ka time.

‘CHIKANGUNYA’ ke epidemic ki, chedi thi gaon mein khabar,

har ek bandha aya tha wahan usika patient bankar.

‘kya taklif hai bhaiyya?’ poocha maine, ponch kar apna paseena,

‘haat pair hain dukhte, sar kamar aur seena,

bohot dard hota hai , hua hai mujhe chikangunya,

dard mitane ki goli nahi chahiye,

iss baar aap saline ya injection lagwana’

main boli ‘dard ki goli kafi hai, nahi chahiye saline ya sui,

aaram karne se kam ho jayega, nahi hai tumhe aisi koi bimari’

nahi mani usne meri baat, lagwana hi pada use injection,

sabko samjhana tha bus ke bahar, unki hami bharna hi tha solution.

Ab pachheesvi patient ko dekh rahi thi main, bus wohi ek complaint,

Chid toh bohot ho rahi thi mujhe, lekin rehna tha cool aur sane.

Needles wahan ke nahi the disposable, karte the hum unhe boiler mein sterlise,

AIDS , hepatitis tha wahan prevalent,

How could we risk so many lives?

Sun rahi thi main usi complaint ko, ab painteesvi baar,

Oob chuke the hum teenon, sui lagwane se kiya humne saaf inkar.

Ghussa ho gaye sab gaonwale, machane lage shor,

‘hum garib hain, nahi dete paise, isliye yeh doctor karte hain hum par zor,

panchayat bithwayenge hum, nahi chodenge inko aise

private aspatal mein sui aur saline ke liye lagte yeh bohot paise.

Goli dekar bhagarahe hain humein, kyunki hain yeh aspatal free,

Hoti nahi akal aurat zaat ko, baat samaj aati, tha agar koi aadmi.’

Bebas aur majboor the hum teenon, taak rahe the ek doosre ka chehra,

Ghusse se laal the gaonwale, hamare charon aur lagaya tha pehra.

Na medical officer, na koi pg, nahi sehen hua humse yeh tension,

Maafi mangkar sabhi se humne, lagatar kiye inac injection.

Doctor banane ke liye, woh sade chaar salon ka parishram,

Kitaboon mein bandh uss medicine ko, aaj bhool chuke the hum.

Viva, practicals, case presentations, aur woh mehnati padhai,

Kamzor pada tha aaj knowledge hamara, na bhid paye hum usoolon ki ladai.

Kabhi zindagi mein nahi hua mujhe , ladki hone ka gum,

Meri society mein sabhi the samaan, na koi zyada na kum.

Aurat waali baat sunkar, uljhan mein tha mann,

Ladke saare the doctor, sister hi kyun kehlate hum?

Yeh gaonwale bimar zaroor the, lekin nahi thi unko koi sharirik peeda,

Dava nahi mita saki, dimaga mein rengta hua ‘ignorance’ aur ‘illiteracy’ ka kida.

Humne bohot ki koshish, ki bohot counseling,

Bilkul nahi hua unpar koi asar, badhi toh bus hamari suffering.

Kaash hamari kitabon mein hota, ignorance ka treatment option,

Hasin khushi lagwate hum, hare ek ko usi ke saline aur injection.

Lekin afsos aisi treatment ka nahi hai kahin bhi mention,

Ek patient bhi samjhe hamari baat ko, to banta hai woh divine suggestion!!!!

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Doctori ke peshe ne, mujhe bohot kuch sikhaya,

Har baar mujhe ek nayi sneha se milaya,

Kitabon mein toh tha kai bimariyon ka zikar,

Thodi thi curable, baki sab ka tha diagnosis tak ka safar.

Dekha maine zindagi aur maut ko bohot hi karib se,

kath putli ka khel tha sara, ladna hi tha hare k ko apne naseeb se,

main bhi khel rahi hoon apna doctor wala role,

injections, pills, I v lines se karoongi har bimari ka tol.

Post pone karoongi main bhi kaiyon ki death,

Jhoote dilase dene mein, main bhi hoon set.

Sharirik peedha ki intensity se lagaoongi main apni kimat,

Sadiyon se chal rahi medicine ki practice mein, dikhaoongi main jhooti himmat.

Aaina dekhkar daroongi, nahi pehchanoongi apna saaya,

Doctori ke peshe ne, mujhe bohot kuch sikhaya!!