Prohibition Patient’s Poem.

Life Saver profession (Doctor) is one of the best through which one can satisfy self and others.

Waiting for your love to shine a light on you.

The bird had never been seen in the area before. Was it a sign from God or just my imagination?

In the light of a recent Panorama programme made by the British Broadcasting Corporation (The BBC) on the failure by a Care Home to look after vulnerable adults, it spurred me on to write the following poem. There must be many more Homes out there filled with vile people who take pleasure in torturing the vulnerable for their own amusement.

Sadly the in-house structure and the external organisations in place to protect people are simply not adequate, be it through lack of resources or lack of interest. There can be no excuse for the incompetence shown by the Care Quality Commission (CQC) The CQC failed to take seriously a number of clear warnings in e-mails sent from a ‘whistle-blower. Such was the frustration of the concerned carer that he went to the BBC to name and shame those involved. Only at that stage was action agreed as needed and, even then, the CQC tried to wriggle out of its lack of duty of care!

She was a nurse, trusted with the care of the sick, but she was also a true psychopath.

A poem about drinking medicine.

I felt he had made his place in my heart. He had literally trespassed into my heart. I realized that arms and weapons are not the only means to defeat someone. Kantilal had defeated me.

Whenever she left her house, her father said, “God save our children from evil.”

Even the flowers like tuberose, jasmine, etc. all are white. She does not like the flowers of other colours.