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Yet, there have been those times when I would sit and ponder over the what’s and why’s of ‘Before I was a healer’. After all, what has been that propelling force that has made me to become the person that I am on this day. The answer came to me instinctively one day recently when I came across this poem that I had scribbled in one of my dairies long back and probably even before I knew that one day I would be a healer.
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” When the world cries in agony
I beseech to you,
O Lord! of all the world.
I know not your form or shape,
Yet I feel your bliss
when I see a poor man smile
with content.
Or when a dying and sick man
is healthy again!
I can see you smile everyday
with every dawn,
and I can feel the warmth of your blessings
with the first morning rays.
O My God, grant me with the gift
to be able to cure your humanity.
And in the pretext be thrived by
one sip of the holy bliss –
The humblest fruit of
your blessings.”
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