I’m a doctor,
A human with a stethoscope
Not a superhero of Endgame
My life runs around the people
For the people
For Saving them, cure them
These are my daily mere tasks
Yeah it seems simple
But deep down it’s complicated
To deal with it in real life
How many days I haven’t slept
How many times I don’t eat
I don’t remember to meet my
Own daily needs
It’s my choice to follow this path
There is no reason behind it
I just want to help
Not because I wrongly spelt
It’s like living my life
In an acoustic and blissful way
But I’m unhappy due to the present scenarios
Where killing and beating doctors
Is not questioned as a big matter
But we as a doctor still neglect it
It’s our duty to save them from
Sufferings and pain
Please don’t treat me as a God
I’m a human with flaws
Not allowed to make mistakes
The treatment is in our clause
As a doctor, my life will though end
But my passion to treat the disease
Will remain the same
Though my body will die
My soul will rest in peace
But my passion for care
Will not cease.

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