THE RENOWNED CULT
In the mid of the day,
Strolling with my thought
Recalling things I have been taught.
I got reminded that I belong to a cult,
Not a secret one, one which is very notable
A cult,
The only thing we do is read,
Read to get rid of diseases and illnesses,
that would want to stop the normal function of the body,
Our trade marks, easily seen, sin, the guilty feeling filling our souls when our minds don't read,
Few grains of happiness we eat everyday
living by the teachings and practices of this renowned cult.
All they see, our trade marks
Only few notice the stretch marks,
Stretched out on our skin
All in the name of selfless service to humanity.
We suffer and smile, soft and strong we become
They say, till our hearts listen to its last beat
We will forever belong to the renowned cult.
MY CULT, MY MEDICAL PROFESSION.
