To Dr House, M.D Poem by PARTHA SARATHI PAUL

My heart goes out to you, Dr House.
Your blue eyes with ocean genius
sparkle with lots of creepy airs.
Your limping steps along with a walking stick
and a contour of expert medicos on your tail
steal all eyes and intrigue many on all sides.
Love the unique ways how you get to the bottoms
of serious diseases like a razor-sharp sleuth.
Famous as a crisis-manager for critical patients
yet often you face doubts from your juniors and the dean.
This viewer has more faith in you than in God.
Many look on you as a jerk, nerd, gawky and....
But a savior of many lives and a kind hand to the sick
knows well what he is born for and his good act is holier than a prayer.
The thin line between a genius and an insane baffles their brains,
who love to worship the true heroes after their death.
Love to see your long fingers playing on the piano rids
producing a music as golden as your heart.
Love the way you think deeply while juggling a ball like a child.
Truly a genius is god-made with a unique head and great heart.