Two decades ago, I passed out of the medical school

Fresh as mint, cucumber cool.

I was always best in class,

Full of knowledge, no one could surpass

Medical textbooks were Bible to me,

ECG, ECHO, Angio were the diagnostic key.

Looking for pathology was the main issue,

To me, it was all disordered blood, bone and tissue.

Day in, day out like a robot,

Finding the correct diagnosis was all I sought.

Updating knowledge, what’s latest and hot,

Delivering it to the patients was most vital, I thought.

Pills, injections, catheters and balloons

I believed were medical miracle and boon.

Two decades later, I now realise

In such a practice there is no prize,

I forgot, there was something more,

Left out in the medical curriculum core

To hold a hand and wipe a tear

A hand to support, a pat to cheer

Even the worst disease, on a deadly trail,

Where all the medical high-tech fail,

A little compassion can make us sail,

Through rough waters and sudden gale.

A child’s smile and parent’s thank

Is all the balance that I have in my bank

Looking back, I think I was a fool,

Mint fresh, cucumber cool.

(The writer is Head, Dept of Cardiology, PRS Hospital, Thiruvananthapuram. Email: tinynair@gmail.com)

Keywords: human interest

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