The Stethoscope

An era of the past decade

On which my half-life,

Bound and braid ;

With books sculpturing thy life’s batter

This stethoscope is my alma mater.

A decision against the choices

Chose to become a healer,

Against atrocities and vices;

Pumping myself to fly in the Medicos charter

This stethoscope is my alma mater.

My books became my best friend,

That ocean of knowledge playing

Hide and seek at my brain’s end

From cadavers to play

To concerns over my patient’s matter,

This stethoscope is my alma mater.

From those moribund bodies in icu

To those being discharged with smiles of hue

Nurturing the garnered disappointments with

Hopes of water,

This stethoscope is an alma mater.

As I inch down to a second degree

A spunk of happiness garlands my face with a spree

Preparing against diseases as a fighter

Armoured with this stethoscope, my alma mater.