Its not easy to be a doctor in a third wold country


Doctors of third world

We see children in hundreds everyday
None cares wether be it 100, 200 , 500
We tire for hours in single place
Seeing sick minute after minute
We forget our lunch sometimes water
None cares what happens to us
Wether we fought with covid or
Infections risk us every day
The medicine books wont give inspiration
When you have no place to sleep
And no washrooms to wash
Only my prophet inspires me to keep going




Poetry by MIRZA AHMER BEG The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2026-05-05 at 05:10

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Sameen The PoetBay support member heart!
They hate us because They don't think we're human
2026-05-07


Griffonner The PoetBay support member heart!
You are very welcome. Thank you. :o)
Blessings, Allen
2026-05-06


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2026-05-06


MIRZA AHMER BEG The PoetBay support member heart!
Thanks dear ,wishing you health and happiness
2026-05-06


Griffonner The PoetBay support member heart!
You are a special person, Mirza. I am sure that many other PoetBay members would think so too, and appreciate the work that you do. May your prophet bring you health, wealth, and happiness. Blessings, Allen
2026-05-05