Doctors' Sermons Poem by DEEPAK KUMAR PATTANAYAK

With the end of night
Rises the hopes of life
At dawn just before morning's blush
When silence reigns supreme
And it seems to be Heaven's hour
But for the chirping sounds of little birds
Breaking the waves of silence in atmosphere
And the sweet melody amiably settling down to our ears
Then gradually we see human souls of different shapes and sizes
Tall, short, big, small, little, thin and fat
Clad in shorts, pajamas, trousers
In different designs and colors
Crowding the street with a smile to walk and run
Some wishing to run
And some wishing to walk to enjoy the bliss of heaven
With doctors' inspirations instilled in them
That one should walk and run daily a few miles
Will make them healthy, wealthy and wise
Makes the sermons of doctors true and prized.....!