We the Doctors

We the doctors Unlike children of our age, innocence fading into a sage; Lost in a horde of books, eluding everyone’s cynical looks; Burning midnight oil, unaware of the upcoming toil; Time seemed to be on our side, loveably rogued the good life; Skipping scores of meals, rolling tirelessly on foot wheels; Deprived of sleep, as patients came in heaps; Working twenty-four-seven, far from life’s haven; Amidst ailment and anguish, we could never relinquish; Winds of sorrow came in gusts, relatives of dying often outburst; Once listed next to God, we now stand in the witness box; Questions on our sincerity, our knowledge, our interests; Our reputation is at stake, Some soul searching, and we can prove them all fake; Worthy of faith, beyond any doubt, Dedicated, candid inside out, Kindest of souls, no personal goals, Humanity, sole objective; With power of commitment, Power of healing, power of words, Power of logic, power to serve; We are the doctors that you be most proud of; Humble and selfless as one can ever be; Serving at your doorsteps, Defying comforts of hospitals and conditioned offices; Sitting under a tree, Sun doesn’t scorch; Winter doesn’t chill; Whenever you need, Always on our feet; Be it an ailment or a social cause, An ear to listen A zeal to heal, Whether the bright sun or the heavy downpour; Even if a road block or a Covid havoc; We have a verve are committed to serve; By the head and the heart, soulful emotions apart; You can count on us; We need no money, just subtle words sweet as honey; A drop of gratitude, a sublime attitude; We are happy to be here, for ones no access to healthcare; With such selfless intent, our Sun sets in content; Sending smiles through the day, no one can measure or weigh; We, the doctors, are just humans like ya all; Thy trust is what we seek, We play no God. Written Sept 17, 2023 © Dr Upma A. Sharma