the poverty-stricken clan ( in a public hospital )

They line up in a queue,
The godly doctor passes by,
Has time for, "Just a few",
Each awed, longing eye,
Reflecting years of misery,
And grief yet to be.
Their ghastly diseases mocking,
The humility of man,
Striking the vulnerability,
Of the poverty- stricken clan.
Callously being told diagnoses,
Of disability and failing vision!
Hearing , "Too Late!"........................
With such humility and submission!!