To Earn 'Dr.'

Few years from now,

I had a decision to take stand for

To be the one in the flock

Or chose that would make me

Gallant as a rock.

And then next six years

I started to lose all my fears

From surviving the tinge of formalin

During cadaveric dissections,

To cuddle to sleep with bones

Of body's varied sections.

Estimating the qualitative values of

Starch, proteins and ketones,

In samples of urine, my expressions

Kept to groan.

Disease became our friends for fun

Hospitals our home to run,

The exams were now demeanour

Of our expression

The bed side examinations left us lauded

With the patient's suggestion.

The margin of demarcation now

Between life and death seemed even

Narrow,

Holding the pulse today so strong

The next day an empty bed

seemed so wrong.

Laughing with the patients,

Weeping after the patients

The mortal whose chest I place

The leads on,

The ECG without commotion and

Breath no long.

The dark meadow underneath our eyes

We never know the time to return to bed

Holding along its size,

The IV drips, medications to slip

Unaware of our hunger drying our lips.

Working through our nerves to burn

We don't expect anything in return

Just respect to our words for your benefit,

As today In every corner of the street,

We are pushed into an envious knit.