In the land where shadows creep,
Where lungs grow weak and hearts do weep,
A battle rages, fierce yet slow,
Against a foe that none should know.
Yet hope arises, bright and keen,
With minds of steel and science’s gleam.

No longer must we wait for breath,
For sputum’s sign, for fevered death.
A drop of blood, a tear, a trace,
Now tells the tale, and sets the pace.
For those too weak to cough or cry,
A simple test will testify.
It seeks the germ, it shows the way,
So none are lost, so none delay.

A strip so small, yet full of might,
Reveals the truth, brings wrongs to light.
One touch of spit, one simple scan,
Tells if the dose has met the plan.
For months they fight, they must endure,
Yet many waver, lost, unsure.
No need to guess, no need to trust,
This test ensures the path is just.

And far beyond where roads may end,
Where hills arise and rivers bend,
The silent wings of hope take flight,
Through morning mist and endless night.
A drone now soars, a healer’s grace,
To bring the cure to every place.
It carries hope, it brings the way,
No illness hides, no life will stray.

The past would grope, the past would fail,
To tell if drugs still hold their trail.
Resistance grows, a patient waits,
While time decides uncertain fates.
But science leaps, and now we see,
Beyond one drug, beyond just three.
Fifteen paths, one test will trace,
A future built on a stronger base.

And AI wakes with watchful eyes,
It scans, it learns, and it now applies.
No doctor near? No hand to guide?
It reads the slides and stands by your side.
X-rays whisper, speak their truth,
Through circuits swift, through minds of proof.
No human miss, no human doubt,
It finds the sign, it calls it out.

Oh India strong, oh India wise,
The time has come to claim the prize.
With every tool, with every flight,
We chase the dark, we bring the light.
No more shall fear, no more shall pain,
Hold tight our land in the cruel chain.
For step-by-step, and day-by-day,
TB shall fall, be washed away.

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