You attend a large number of patients every day,
Don't you ever want to fall ill yourself and get attended by someone just like you do too many?
I do not have any knowledge of the instruments through which you work on my teeth,
Nor do I know anything about the medical terms you often tell me...
I cannot even memorize them,
But, what is left with me after every encounter with you are your expressions,
the swimming of your eyeballs,
the dancing of your eyebrows,
your face... hiding from your mask...the memory of these continue with me...
I keep on replaying it in my eyes just like a musician repeating his tunes on harmonium...
I am not a doctor...but even then, I want you to fall ill sometime when you are with me.
And I wish to keep a cloth soaked in warm water on your forehead,
I wish to rub your sole, I wish to narrate you a poem or a prose.
I want you to take you far from this hospital, to such a place which often comes in your dreams...
(यह कविता मूल रूप से मैंने हिंदी में लिखा था पर जिनके लिए लिखा, उन्हें हिंदी की कामचलाऊ समझ थी। फिर मित्र सुभाष जी ने अंग्रेज़ी में कविता का अनुवाद किया। उनके अनुवाद से मुझे विशेष लगाव हो गया, इसलिए आज भी यह कविता मुझे अंगेजी में ज़्यादा सुंदर लगती है। सुभाष जी से इस पते पर सम्पर्क किया जा सकता है- subhash.nirala@gmail.com)
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