She is never sick

Even when she suffers a headache,
she puts a balm and
smiles though the vapory balm
leaves a burning sensation in her eyes

She gets up a glass of water for the elderly,
tying a bandana on her forehead.
The rest are around but appear dead
 
Posting pictures or writing
about a misfortune in another part of the world
but close their eyes to the apathy that unfurls.
 
[Note: She is the "only pronoun" I could think of in such a scenario. 
Sometimes, we forget about the silent abuse around. 
As Mother Teresa said, If each of us would only sweep our own doorstep, 
the whole World would be clean]


Pic: vignesh


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