Every day, I get to play God at work,
and take decisions that haunt me forever,
It’s not a duty I can shirk.
I haven’t seen anything like this ever,
I witness tears, confessions, and regrets,
and take decisions that haunt me forever.
Every day I strive, but there are still many deaths,
Haunted I am, by beseeching eyes filled with hope,
I witness tears, confessions, and regrets.
Oh Lord, give me the strength to cope,
I don’t want to choose who gets to breathe,
Haunted I am, by beseeching eyes filled with hope.
When I lose a patient, I can’t grieve,
The next one needs me, and I must be strong,
I don’t want to choose who gets to breathe.
I’m shattered but cannot rest for long,
I hoist my weary soul, and trudge on with work.
The next one needs me, and I must be strong,
It’s not a duty I can shirk.
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Awesome..Loved it❤️
That was very well penned
Hi Lalitha. It’s a beautiful poem on doctors. I feel the best line in the poem is “I don’t want to choose who gets to breathe.” The poem is realistic and relevant in the present time.