My Dear Trilochan

My Dear Trilochan

Bhai

(Prasant Kumar Routray)

 

Students early in your profession

profess service to needy as their ambition.

By the time they graduate

their choice of service, they modulate.

The lure of a job having fat emoluments

with urban life of ease, comfort and opulence

traps them to forget their early days’ promise.

They settle at urban locality to materialistically rise.

You proved to be an exception out of the lot

serving the rural mass sacrificing the urban comfort

staying near to the people who nurtured you with love.

This relationship is crafted with a purpose by the creator above.

But man for selfish motive drifts away from His assigned society

with hypocritical pretext to serve the unfathomable limitless humanity.

With no communication to back, no electricity for illumination

your struggle to medicate a patient is beyond today’s imagination.

Being only a graduate of medicine, your services without modern ammunition

amaze todays’ experts, they seek your expertise with humble submission.

From a mud hut you served the unfortunate have-nots

rushing to the patients in odd hours in  untrodden spots.

Your soothing touch, sweet words and affectionate smiles

brought patients even when you were down, from miles

“Let Doctor touch us we will recover” was their cry.

Under dying pain for their smile you came down to try.

All such blessings in your life were perhaps noted by the Lord

with an arduous examination He took you with Him abroad.

You did not want shocking tears from your well-wishers’ eyes

took the pain on to you while struggling to cease your sighs.

The monks and saints whose physical sight the world over intensely longs for

in person came to bless you, it speaks, you, how much people adore.

This year the Lord’s’ chariots rolled when you were admitted to a hospital

and the Lord returned in time unusually to welcome you to Hia portal.

Not a strange coincidence but it indicates a blissful journey for a soul

to merge with Him, with pious deeds birth after birth man tries for this goal.

Reveal you I being the last of your spouse’s surviving elder brother

that we dreamt for a groom with all bests in the world for our sister.

With gratitude we listen to your acquaintances eulogizing your love for her.

I tell with humility “You were the best as father chose for his daughter”.

 “Hey Lord! You are the supreme and know what is the best for your creation.

But I pray for strength to my sister and peace for the departed soul of Trilochan,”

 

(N.B Dr Trilochan Jena is my brother-in-law ( Married to my younger sister) was a doctor by profession. He did not have any specialization but his experience, sincere and sweet dealings generated confidence in the patients and cured many even from deadly duseases. He did not enter a job either in public or private sector and served remote rural people for forty six years till days before his death. His practicing area was close to his village with no communication and no electricity for many years.. He succumbed to cancer on 22^nd July. It is my tribute to the departed soul.)

 

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