Violence against doctors.

"Mark this student" was my teacher's happy remark
To my whole huge class, on seeing my marks.
That day I decided to enter medicine to make a huge mark.
Never did I imagine, days to come immensely dark.
The future I dreamt, getting contrast so stark.
Covid 19 pandemic predicting gloomy times to cark.

"Was I wrong in choosing my career?" to myself I ask,
As saving ones own life is transformed in to a big task.
Never in life wished to hide behind a constant face mask.
Nevertheless wanted to bask in glory, no one can mask.
It has become statutory for every individual to adorn a mask.
Nobody is an exception for it, not even the monarch.

Permanent mask on the face causes severe burn out
At the end of the day every one feels extremely worn out
It's shortage made shops to post the message 'masks ran out'
Still novel corona continues to play with millions, but yet not out.
Havoc played by the lockout is threatening everyone with knockout.
Pondering its controversial roots, my thoughts fanned out...

My cell phone beeped to interrupt my lucid dreaming-
I hurried to treat the emergency patient in pain and screaming,
Glanced at the huge crowd in white behind there, streaming..
Could hear them declaring their powers with pride beaming..
I ignored and proceeded to treat him after proper grooming.
My instincts warned me that they might be scheming.

"An accident," said my nurse who was taking the history,
"That has happened in a nearby match factory -
And he has fever too," she sighed, and called the laboratory
Hearing that, those men strongly uttered "No!" in a tone dictatory,
I intervened and said "For every febrile patient, it is mandatory."
Shouldn't they be requesting for labs in a way that is voluntary?

"Hit the doctor!" There came an ugly loud hoarse voice,
Accompanied by bangs and huge background noise,
With horror I struggled to maintain my integrity and poise.
The infusion stand became their ready and handy choice.
They hit it on my face and kicked me as if playing with toys.
Violence on me made the mad crowd apparently rejoice.

Heavy cuts and bruises unleashed on my face,
Everything around me looking like a never ending maze,
In no time I became a physical abuse and trauma case.
They all vanished without leaving even a minor trace -
After attacking me and my profession with utmost disgrace.
The assault on my self esteem made me cry, beyond solace.

The telltale of this attack will be my face filled with scars
Violence by mob severs all cultural and ethical bars
No matter if in your field, you are one of the many shining stars
These atrocities against doctors deserve many a battle and wars,
But usually vanish into oblivion after just a minor uproar.
As the society has a string of new fresh problems always in reservoir.

They shattered my dignity which I always held as my pillar
My battered face may force me to wear a mask for ever.
"Will the mask become my new mark and identity?" I start to shiver.
Violence against doctors is an emerging treacherous killer,
What if I had lost my life similar to that in a thriller?
For a moment, my heart beat pauses and gets stiller.

Medicine of high standards is always my only passion;
The Hippocratic oath I took is all about care and utmost compassion.
Attacking the treating doctor is trending as the latest fashion,
In spite of laws, regulations and a myriad precautions.
Don't you think, such knee jerk reactions meted to us is treason?
Don't you feel that we deserve better treatment, and your liaison?