Through help attained the lives saved
Emotional stability is hard to
achieve,
Easier to talk and difficult to
reach.
Pain is not confined to body
Emotions when sad hurt the mind.
What I was looking for was peace
A pinch of joy and a drop of relief,
My son had died in youth
There was pain in heart and tears
too.
My friends could not explain,
What a psychiatrist succeeded to,
He could also understand my condition
As my dear ones do.
I thought it was better to die
But he said there was hope in life,
He always wished me well
And helped me with medications in
time like hell.
Will I ever forget my son’s death?
Will life ever be like the one I
earlier felt?
I was far from the place of well
being,
I was busy questioning my destiny.
What sin I had committed, I thought?
Why pain was so intense and hard?
My body was failing to feel joy,
My chest was paining so high.
Without a psychiatrist I would have
failed
There would have been no me for my
husband in pain,
But I didn’t lose my life,
miraculously
I survived the condition, strongly.
It has been twenty years ago from
now,
I still live and manage my work
properly
I am reasonably healthy and have
turned wise
I thank the psychiatrist who then
saved my life.
There must be many mothers like me
Who are daily saved in psychiatric
clinics
I know it is hard to calculate
But the blessings of many saved fall
in their practice.
Written
by Ekta K. Kalra
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