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The Cured and the Calmed | A Poem by Krushna Chandra Mishra

Once only upon getting wounded,
I was put to hospital with
friends and relatives pouring
in asking a thousand times
the same one question of
concern and sympathy with
advice to rest and take care
till the doctor granted leave,
and to care ever afterwards
about how in the future so
much trouble and tension
could be avoided, leaving
everybody good time to
rest and work, praying that
never in the future such a bad
star should visit anybody,
even enemies not spared,
and the next day, in the
cool, the doctor signed
the order discharging me
with a smile on his lips
and advice to mind
work in a way that no
accidents occurred to put
everything in disarray dire.

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