I was there when you took your first breath.
I was there when you took your first fall, with a bandage and lollipop, and courage to try again.
I was there when you paced outside, helping to bring a part of you to life.
I was there at death’s door, keeping it shut a moment more.
And yet, you called my gifts poison, while others sold you water.
You thanked your Gods when I saved you, and raged at me when they failed you.
Do you deserve me, and do I deserve you?
Dedicated to doctors around the world
The Apathetic Indian 