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The Deliveryman’s Journey O esteemed deliveryman, heed me please! Where is it that you go in such a hurry? Why don’t you stand here for a moment, if you please? Certainly, your body must be weary. You travel on the same path every day and night. Do you not wish to rest from time to time? Innumerable goods, in what amount, to which place, at what time must be delivered, How is it that such minutiae by you are so easily remembered? Every morning I see you head out in garbs brightly colored, But each evening you return in clothes of hues so faded. Bearing such a heavy burden is no easy task. Do you truly wish to do it every day, if I may ask? Each day a singular question floats on my mind: Without you, how could we have survived? I recall a time when on your path lay a blockade, A solution we strove to discover for our subsequent, troublesomehalf-dead state. Upon you, everyone does rely. This undisputed fact, everywhere, is abided by. O eternally-moving traveler, of your importance I shall forever preach! Hence, O tireless deliveryman, with my head bowed low, I salute you sincerely.
Anurag Modak MD Class of 2024 Rutgers New Jersey Medical School
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