The fragrance of humanity

In a frenzied attitude
The wick of the oil lamp glowing
All alone in rectitude
Without any kindness
With sufficient oil its wafting
Amidst hard blowing
She with ample diligence
Lets the lamp glow in radiance
She closes ventilation windows
She keeps the lamp in a special altar
Little goddess, the lamp glows again
Dear Lady Doctor, in you I saw
The epitome of humanity
You safeguarded the lamp
Without any discrimination
In you I saw the impartiality
Of caste, creed or race
The real fragrance of humanity
Overflowing in you

By Kumari Kumarasinghe Tennakoon