In Love with a Doctor

An intense love poem by Amrinder. A patient’s crush for the doctor is celebrated here, for Different Truths.

He took my head in both his hands

And looked deep into my eyes,

He did not see their sparkling beauty

Nor the love in them that lies.

It was for jaundice and for pallor

That he searched my eyes and skin!

Trust my fate to make me love

A doctor to my chagrin.

With a look of supreme indifference

His fingers on my pulse he laid,

And for it being fast and bounding

Dearly with a ‘disease’ I paid.

My heart he said he would palpate

For signs of a thrill,

Thrilled I was for I thought,

He’d hear it to his fill.

For my flushed cheek and dry lips,

My fluttering lids and unsteady gait,

My heaving breast and pounding heart,

He said he’ll have to investigate!

He who pretends to know all ills,

And more so their cures;

With no promise of relief

Into his trap of love, allures.

But not,

For all the flattery in the world,

My love for him I’ll trade,

Serious, stupid though he is

I love him as he’s made.

©Amrinder Bajaj

Photos from the Internet

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