My God

You are my God The old woman said The doctor looked at patient He felt something absent Why people should not be given enough care? When they pay enough in their coffer Whether it is in private or public Human life becomes just symbolic I bow my head And read Some lines on her face She looks like angel in race There may be no panic When she touches her hand for magic The pain disappears and patient feels better To whom you can now say creator? She is mother god and massager The direct descendant from heaven her To serve downtrodden and poor We ask for her long live to bless our door