He is my psychiatrist, The doctor of my soul His job is to make my brain and mind whole As I was hit by a stroke It made my body broke It made my soul croak Depression wrapped me like a dark vile cloak I was at a loss Not knowing whether I would ever revive from my stroke The doctor of my soul took charge of my mind and brain He jolted me with words of rain Like electric shocks His jolting expression Made me shake off My cloak of depression From the ashes he made me rise Like a Phoenix I rose Peace came to my mind and soul The doctor's words mended my brain whole He poured on me many praises and Words of consolation Those words lifted me to the level of satisfaction Now I call my psychiatrist an Avatar, my Healing Avatar In mending my soul he is the star. He is my Amitabh Bachchan, my John Wayne, my Uttam Kumar In mending my soul he is the star, My one and only Healing Avatar.
