Serenade Of White Coats
Serenade Of White Coats
In sterile halls where healing dwells,
White coats glide, as tales they tell.
Doctors, guardians of life's fragile flame,
Navigating shadows, a noble game.
With stethoscopes that echo beats,
They decipher life's intricate feats.
A symphony of ailments they decode,
In the language of pulses, a healing ode.
Through the night, their vigil keeps,
A promise to mend where sorrow seeps.
Silent whispers in the quiet ward,
Guiding patients with a reassuring chord.
In labs, they chase elusive cures,
A dance with science, where hope endures.
With hands that mend, and minds that mend,
They stitch the fabric, where pain would rend.
In operating rooms, a sacred space,
Precision and skill, a life they trace.
Threads of expertise weave the cure,
A tapestry of resilience, strong and pure.
Yet, in their hearts, compassion reigns,
Beyond the charts, where empathy gains.
Doctors, healers, in the art of care,
An oath they uphold, a promise rare.