It makes me really sad to hear news about doctors being victims of mass lynchings. Mistake or not, they don't deserve this violence. It takes an immense amount of mental steel to actually become a doctor.. Many choose the easier paths. There are exceptions in every case, but doctors already have very busy and exhausting lives. They live with the burden of lives on them. Some of them never even have fun cause they believe their time is for their patients and the more saved, the better. This is such a noble thing to do, and the least bit we can do for them is respect and support them.
The atmosphere fills in screams and shouts Desolate kids locked in hell without a way out They were born here, this was their home But home is just a vile shade of monochrome With monsters who call themselves adults Fighting a war with abuses and insults The sensitive souls hide in a corner Cry fervently, console themselves with prayer But things go worse, as years turn to decades The tortured children learn to put up a facade
Starry Night (Dedicated to the inimitable Vincent Van Gogh)
I never thought I could fall in love, Until I saw the world through your eyes, The world that you painted in bewitching colors, Vibrant, robust and filled with pristine joy. On dark days, through hopeless plights, I find solace in your starry night, The waves of blue, the adorning yellow, Sweeps away my ocean of sorrow. When my soul freezes from the echoes of fear, Your sunflowers are what bring me cheer. So in awe I wondered, who is this man? Why on earth is his art so alive and serene? And then I realized, the tricks life played on you Incorruptible you, ever so pure, and innocent, But this cruel world put your soul in a dent The colors spoke to you, and you embraced them, But every one in town called you a madman. You loved how the stars made you dream, Even if the voices in your head left you in screams You cut your ear off, hoping to silence the chaos, Consumed happy yellow paint, but were still so blue Penniless, starving, alone, no appreciation, no love Yet you kept walking the path that ignited your soul, The only one who cared for you was your brother, Poor guy would do anything to keep you together! But fortune never smiled on the solitary painter, Who kept trying to hide his tragedy in lush colors. But alas! The sly monsters got to him, He hurt himself, then died on a day so grim, Feeling ever so unloved and hated, Sensing that his precious life was wasted. Oh Vincent! I wish I could tell you how great you are, You work fuels generations of broken souls with fire, We are a witness to your world of magnificence, Even if we'll never be anywhere near your brilliance, We hope to endure this tragedy of life unbearable, And rise above it all with a glorious art of character. With power of awareness, comes great pain, But like you, we won't let this suffering go in vain. Now, our dreadful cities are never the prettiest, But whenever I see a clear starry night, I thank you, dear remarkable Vincent, For living and guiding us with your true light.
Edit: Yesterday night, I was trying to sleep, but somehow, thoughts about Vincent Van Gogh's tragic life kept crawling in my head. He is an epitome of transforming brokenness into something so beautiful and I'm besotted with him for life. So I promised myself that I would write a poem about him someday.
Today, when I saw the daily Mirakee prompt, my eyes instantly locked on 'starry night' ... It was as if the universe wanted me to write this (and now).. It's all so magical, isn't it? I'm grateful to everyone who took time to read this, because this is so, so close to my heart.