Bliss.

Bliss.

Saturday, December 31, 2022

Light At The End Of The Tunnel


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. ❤

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