A doctor By R.Krishnamurthy

If you watched an old movie
Or if you heard an old story
There would be a doctor
More famous than an actor

His face had a grace
His hand could feel the pulse
He always wore a stethoscope
He could tell your horoscope

How many waited eagerly
For their turn patiently
Feeling the pain outside
You would forget it once inside

A doctor is a divine incarnation
How we raise our hands in veneration
But money has spoiled the reputation
It has introduced a new equation.