Doctors: Where The Humanity Begins Poem by Pathik Tank

On your shoulders, a stethoscope,
it is patient's horoscope,
the symptoms you observe,
the knowledge you preserve,
6 hour you are available officially,
24 hours you provide service socially,
the physical grief of the world,
comes to an end when you touch,
while taking that hypocratic oath,
Comes responsibility and duty both,
you write in different language the prescription,
few medicine shops can read your description,
the pain and suffer of the people,
you are the one who bring the smile on the people,
not all the problems can be solved with sword,
doctors, if humanity is religion then you are the god,
on your shoulder the stethoscope,
for the patient its a horoscope