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!!!!