It wasn’t about her alone..
She wasn’t the only one, yet we condone
How she passed
Or was killed
By this system
Where oaths are taken to do no harm
The bias about the “frequent flyers”
The stigma about the “drug seekers”
As they implore in pain
For intravenous medicine
Sullenly, begrudgingly
a formality, contemptuously
It poured, as if tears
Shed by Asclepius
As to her death she succumbs
Conquering the doctors’ prejudice
Those preconceived notions
Anchored on to them all caregivers
Would we ever learn to unlearn the chaos
That costs so many lives
Unacceptable in this field to be wilfully ignorant
Eyes open, see though we can’t
For none other can be more blind
Than such a mind
As they bury their daughter
Kissing her goodbye forever
We now reassess, re-evaluate, review and wonder
Though when alive, we seemingly had every answer?
That one, single conclusion?
Everyone in accord with misapprehension?
No arguments
No disagreements
Truth stayed concealed, unquestioned
For its depth unfathomed
Until arrived blazing death – cold,
To narrate what was untold
For buried her her death
Unearthed and alive came the truth
At the cost of not one, but lives many
We come to terms with an epiphany
Our system, and us, oh we were too late
Just like those so may others in our hands is whose fate
It wasn’t about her alone..
She wasn’t the only one, yet we condone
How she passed
Or was killed
By this system
Where oaths are taken to do no harm
-Pallavi Aneja MD
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