For maladies of the mind
Often neglected by their own kind
Brought from places near and far
With dearth of medical facilities on par.
Old wrinkled men and women, once brimming with abundant energy
Now hobbling around tenderly
And plagued by dwindling memory.
Little ones from the far east and beyond
Mothers telling me that their child does not respond,
Parents traveling for days and standing in lengthy lines
Just to hear if their child can make it out of the closeted confines.
To the people who trust and hope in medicine
To the ones who work with passion and discipline
To understand the brain and its intricacy
Is perhaps solving mankind's greatest mystery.
One month at the Central Institute that once meant so much to me and perhaps always will hold a place in my heart. ❤
