Cleared exams
became a doctor
Took the oath of
being a protector
A job near to God,
with time became
more of a fraud
Indulged myself
in all the deceits, be it
a simple cesarean or my
other operational feats
These hands have
performed umpteen
unnecessary operations
On being paid enough
have killed lots of
God's pink* creations
Bleeding souls
that fear death
feed me with my
daily bread
Yes i feed upon
fear and not
compassion
For me, they are
mere products
on the assembly-line
troubled by God, and
my wallet shine
Public service
Humanity, Love or
Altruism
All subdued when
seen through my
money prism
Another 3WW, the three words were Deceit, Indulge and Oath.
--sudharm baxi
