No good deed
Goes unpunished.
Fact is a kindness,
Not at all times a remedy in want.
Certainly, I see,
Is that this compassion fatigue?
A will to be heard,
Met with care;
But when I dissent,
It may appear unfair.
Shall I converse? Do I dare,
Amidst this snare?
Settlement now the drugs sought;
To hear, is it for naught?
For from these lips
Science shall tumble;
It lands as a fumble,
Thus, an finish with a mumble.
The bond is shaken,
A rapport forsaken.
Then, one other price:
A wound for a wound, tossed;
Now, collectively,
At a loss.
A behavior to persist,
Now generally known as grit,
Fueled by empathy
And its solace;
The awe of impression,
Protecting its promise.
But healers too courageous scars,
Every a mar;
With the peak
Of the bar,
Telling the story
Of a quiet will
To maintain listening nonetheless.
Ashwini Nadkarni is a psychiatrist.
