by: suavd55@gmail.comPosted on: April 19, 2026April 19, 2026 “Gandhi’s Hospital: When Healers Become the Last Prayer of Humanity” war poetry They claim they unleashed the war to birth peace,Yet from its cradle rose a declared massacre —A merciless destruction that slaughters humanity itself. They say doctors and healers have no religion.But how blind the world remains.Their only creed, their eternal faith,Is the sacred vow to save humanity. In the fury of war or the quiet of ordinary days,Humanity alone is their temple, their prayer, their God.Ceasefire or enemy’s bleeding son —It matters not. They will still kneel, still stitch, still breathe lifeInto the wounded flesh of any soul.For them, there is no rest, no border, no flagThat can silence the call of mercy. Wars may rage for religion, for land, for power’s cruel throne,But the healer’s hands know no frontier.Their duty stretches beyond every line drawn by hatred. They named that sanctuary Gandhi Hospital —Gandhi, the eternal flame of unity, brotherhood, and non-violence.A name that whispered hope to the world.Yet they dared to strike the very heartThat bore the name of peace. And still we stand, Amidst the rhythmic hiss of oxygen tanks And the distant thunder of mortar fire, Documenting surgeons who stitch fragile life back together Under the flickering glow of headlamps, While their own world crumbles into dust. We capture the heartbreaking contrast —Sterile white gauze against the jagged grey rubbleOf a besieged hospital, Honoring the relentless courage of these healersWho, even as their sky falls and their walls bleed,Refuse to abandon the sacred dutyOf saving what little humanity remains. PLEASE STOP THE WAR! Suhas Avhad (Author, LitNova)
