"A MISUNDERSTOOD SAINT"

A child once dreamed, white coat in sight,

Of healing hands and knowledge bright.

She watched a sage walk hospital halls,

With wisdom that knew no bounds.

A master - calm ,amidst the calls.

“One more year,” she’d softly pray,

“To learn from him—I'll find my way.”

She waited...

And after three long years,

That dream came true despite her fears.

He noticed her spark, her curious mind,

Encouraged her thoughts, not the usual kind.

But then—

She heard whispers from people around,

Their doubts and judgments started to sound.

Her view got blurred, her heart confused,

By voices loud and wrongly used.

It took time and space to truly see—

That he was a gem, rare as can be.

A saint in silence, a thinker so vast,

A teacher, researcher—rooted in the past.

She realised then it wasn't him who changed,

But her own thoughts, quietly rearranged.

Now she speaks, with heart unchained—

Not to preach, but to explain:

Negativity spreads like fire untamed,

But clarity comes when truth is named.

This is her voice, her truth, her paint—

A tribute to...

"THAT MISUNDERSTOOD SAINT"