Her great great great great grandmother did not go to school, you know Her great great great grandmother was more fortunate though She learnt to read and write, kept the books, taught her children ABC Her great great grandmother could go to university She marched to earn the right to vote snd won A newContinue reading “Regression”
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What did I sacrifice
“Sacrifice” is a sacred term, uttered with reverence Conjuring images of stoicism and suffering intense In which one human gives up something of value profound To benefit other(s), without boasting around.. Ah what an altruistic ideal to aspire to! “Sacrifice” is the epitome of virtue For our families, all of us to some extent compromiseContinue reading “What did I sacrifice”
Thoughts from the Ivory Tower
Sitting in my ivory tower I churn out Manuscripts on a subject obscure Of which I am an expert, no doubt My research is authentic and pure I write treatises, travel everywhere On this esoteric topic I expound To the same group of academics who care Enough to hear an “expert” renowned * There areContinue reading “Thoughts from the Ivory Tower”
Shiny New Things…
There is much I want, but how do I prioritize? New distractions constantly arise In the form of things shiny and bright Letting my values get out of sight Suddenly the desire for material things Becomes stronger, pulls at my purse strings Making me fall under the dangerous impression That life would be better withContinue reading “Shiny New Things…”
I rushed in where (they) were afraid to tread..
I take a step forward, then hesitate Am I being impulsive, should I wait? Conventional wisdom raises its voice Weigh every option before making a choice Haste in making a decision is not good The likely consequences should be understood Before committing to a decision that can Be life-altering, there should be a backup planContinue reading “I rushed in where (they) were afraid to tread..”
Money Woes..
Do you know what uniformly causes most pain? It is rising inflation, time and again No health issue including a global pandemic Gives you the same feeling of being sick As watching prices rise every day Subject to the market forces at play When each fuel refill costs you much more Your heart aches forContinue reading “Money Woes..”
Can I call a spade a spade?
The idea for this poem came from a discussion among friends living (and practicing as doctors) in different countries, struggling with being politically correct while talking about sensitive issues such as gender, race, size etc. Traditional terminology has now been obsolete made So can I still call a spade a spade? * I am asking,Continue reading “Can I call a spade a spade?”
Anger is the Elephant in the Room
Why are you so angry at me? * I am in a place where I may Be able to help you in some way As a trained professional equipped am I To help alleviate your suffering, then why Do you not give me a chance to explain To you the disease that’s causing your painContinue reading “Anger is the Elephant in the Room”
Before the Manic Monday
It’s Sunday night and I can sense My mind and body getting tense Going into a fight or flight mode For the work week’s substantial load I must say that I am excited to face New challenges at the workplace At the same time the constantly running treadmill At the workplace and home daunts meContinue reading “Before the Manic Monday”
Vulnerability
I try my best so no one can see Me enmeshed in vulnerability My outer shell does toughness portray I reassure the world nothing can sway Me from my stoic stance here While my insides tremble with fear.. Because I know that if I were to display My vulnerable side, I would’ve given away TheContinue reading “Vulnerability”
The Calligraphist
Summary This episode is also available as a blog post: https://passionunbridled.com/2022/02/23/the-calligraphist/ — Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/shuchita-gupta/support Transcription
The school of massacre
My insides are stained Indelibly With the blood Of innocent children They came to learn They came to play Not in bulletproof vests Not with bulletproof backpacks They were not trained In how to restrain An active shooter on site They screamed, they fell Their silence now dwells Within the confines Of my walls- IContinue reading “The school of massacre”
