Of Healing Hands

Today being the eightieth birthday of my husband's aunt, Dr Pushpa Pant, a paediatrician and a physician, I thought it to be a fitting occasion to express my gratitude through this poem. I always thought that a mere "thank you" was extremely inadequate to reveal the true magnitude of my feelings. 

A touch that heals

A word that calms

The troubled mind

Like a soothing balm

Can be no one else's

But yours

A hand that brushes

A falling tear

And so often lends

A patient ear

Can be no one else's

But yours

A reassuring smile

Saying all is well

Lightens one's heart

And is quick to repel

All anxious thoughts

Running pell mell, 

Can be no one else's

But yours

So here's a wish

On your eightieth birthday

May all joyous moments

Always come your way

Offering a prayer

To The Almighty today

To keep you safe 

And away from harm's way.