In the world of disease, where millions are prey to myriad troubles,
Giving them sleepless nights,
When anxiety and worry about the dawn of the morrow
Keeps persons in high tension and low spirits
The presence of a doctor by the bedside
Could be the greatest of boons.
Not for nothing the medicine man was glorified by the early tribes
He is nicknamed sorcerer by modern pundits
But could be truly a scientist with an all-embracing role,
Using his medical knowledge for political gain
While compelling death to take a glance and pass by
Instead of pouncing on his patients with its piercing claws.
In ancient Taxila a student searches and searches in vain
To find one plant or herb not useful for man
In the vast herbal garden adjacent to his school
Is it an insignia of acquisition of highest knowledge?
Or is it the starting point of research?
As no visible sign there is to set a limit to the horizons of knowledge
Which seems to recede further and further
The more the knowledge is acquired.
In Mahabharata a tribal Chief,
Practising the highest arts in life saving game
Befools Takshaka, the serpent King,
By bringing back to life a tree
Reduced into cinder by its venomous fangs
A miracle indeed but medical science presents many such miracles
What more classic example one can have
Of ancient India’s pristine effort
To practice the Art of Healing for the needy and the suffering.
The great Asoka built many a hospital for man and beast
To restore life or give it a fresh lease
A time when science and arts mingled in harmony
To make life less miserable to man.
The Medicine Man and those that trod in his footsteps
Were the forerunners to study in depth,
The functioning of the body system,
To identify a disease, to provide the healing touch
Using their powers of intuition and invention;
But using medicine to instigate crime they abhor
Aerial spraying of bacterial venom
Soaking environment with chemical fumes spilling death
Drug addiction and its abuse
Would be an anathema to their primitive mind;
Let the medical system, with its vast domain and modern garb,
A Pasteur, a Fleming, an Yellapragada of Lederle fame,
And a host of kindred souls,
Help usher a New Millennium
Where disease is banished or finds a cure
To enable man to enjoy a longevity
Where death ceases to haunt his mind.
By R. Suryanarayana Murthy
DHANVANTARI MANTRA : A HYMN IN PRAISE OF GOD OF AYURVEDIC MEDICINE ( INDIAN TRADITIONAL MEDICINE )
Om Namo Bhagavate
Amrutha kalasa hasthaaya
Sarva bhaya vinasaya
Sri Maha Vishnu swarupa
Sri Dhanvantari swarupa
Sri Sri Sri
Aoushadha Chakra Narayana Swaha.
Indian Tradition glorifies the man who restores life or gives it a fresh lease. The Art of Healing and providing relief or cure to diseases that afflict man is a Divine Gift.