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May 07, 2022
It was only in the afternoon that I saw Dad for the last time. Haggard, oxygen at 70, being changed into a hospital gown. My pulse shot to 133 (I had an oximeter on hand) wondering whether this was the last meeting. There had been too many pictures of anonymous people in PPE cremating body bags.
November 07, 2020
Ethics might be an easy prey when powerful machines and network systems take hold of the world feeding on human data and personal spaces The poem expresses a yearning for ethics to hold its ground as a guiding force in the virtual world
April 25, 2020
It fascinated me that several so-called nursery rhymes actually contained in a few simple sentences the essence of major historical events that occurred in medieval Europe. We are in the midst of a very historic event by way of the Covid-19 pandemic, and I was keen to capture it in a few sentenc...
April 25, 2020
As a small spiritual practice, I write one haiku every day. I don’t try to imitate classical Japanese haiku, with 17 syllables, a word that divides the poem, and a word that indicates the season. But I do use this practice to cultivate a Zen spirit: mindfulness of the moment, responsiveness to ...
February 17, 2020
Once they went out to play
but now we’ve stolen their spring
but now we’ve stolen their spring
May 09, 2019
The morning light trickles in ray by ray
From deep slumber I see the wake of day
My mind swirls and whirls and seems to sway
And quietly reveals where I stay!
From deep slumber I see the wake of day
My mind swirls and whirls and seems to sway
And quietly reveals where I stay!
May 09, 2019
With sparkling eyes, he said, "Mama, tell me a story!
A new one this time – with kingdoms, battles and glory...
The mother, just twenty years old, smiled weakly at her five-year-old son
Closed her eyes, and with a hint of melancholy began.
A new one this time – with kingdoms, battles and glory...
The mother, just twenty years old, smiled weakly at her five-year-old son
Closed her eyes, and with a hint of melancholy began.
June 23, 2018
Think of the old days, Oh Grandpa!
Blissful and brimful of laughter and smiles.
As I toddled down the path of life,
You showed me the way for so many miles.
Blissful and brimful of laughter and smiles.
As I toddled down the path of life,
You showed me the way for so many miles.
June 23, 2018
I am only a student of medicine
Cannot prescribe the pills that may cure Mr G,
Just wheeled into the emergency,
A sixty something, 'altered mentally'.
Cannot prescribe the pills that may cure Mr G,
Just wheeled into the emergency,
A sixty something, 'altered mentally'.
October 25, 2017
"Doctor, please come immediately!" The voice of the nurse summoning him to the Anti-Rabies Clinic (ARC) indicated urgency, fear and exasperation. As he rushed to the ARC, Dr James felt an escalating sense of foreboding. The distress call from the usually calm and competent nurse in-charge of the ...