Doctors! ! Poem by Guneev Kaur

They, who always care! !

Born with the name of healing,
They're exceptional in their way of dealing.
Hard is to earn that "Dr's" title,
Yet then that makes him so many lives' vital.
An honour to cherish,
An identity to never relinquish.
He learns to cure,
For he shakes hands with life to be sure.
Sure to achieve his chosen bucket,
Yet not everyone is able to earn that socket.
Hours of perseverance,
Nights of disciplined skeleton adherence.
At the birth, he's the first to pick,
At the death, he's the last to pick.
India is not just a land of diversity,
But more than that of being respect worthy.
In double quotes is the doctor quoted,
With a suffix of "Sahib" is he respected.
A synonym to Lord,
Life saver's identity makes him odd.
No point of break,
So much is not there for it to shake.
They make sacrifices,
Being blessed with the best supplies.
Giving his own life a secondary priority,
He turns up to treat his patient with so much superiority.
That white coat,
Peace, which carries in its throat.
Always short and straight,
No chance to outlook their's heart weight.
His patient treats him as God,
He never considers him so odd.
A man whose joys are in the patient,
A man whose life is in the one on the chair seated.
New Years, Christmas, birthdays,
With him he celebrates all the days.
Keeping celebrations aside,
Holidays not to be tried.
Ever for the patients,
For he, from them best smell, so fragrant.
Are they so proud of themselves? ?
Or do they really consider themselves are elves? ?
Being two doctors' daughter,
I never fail to flaunt the pride of making their life broader.