Note: This was when I was posted in surgery. He was an intern and I genuinely admired and respected him for the way he worked.
(This is not in a romantic way)
I watch him,
lost in the world of surgery,
his gaze fixed on a fat textbook,
pages filled with knowledge,
a testament to his dedication.
He moves with purpose,
his passion evident,
a blend of kindness and firmness
in every word he speaks,
every patient he tends to.
I admire the balance he strikes,
finding joy in fleeting moments
with friends, laughter,
amid the gravity of his work,
a life well-lived.
His focus captivates me,
the way his dark brown eyes
narrow in concentration,
glancing up from under
square-framed glasses.
I see him changing a dressing,
every movement deliberate,
strands of hair falling
across his brow,
a small detail, yet so telling.
In his presence, I find myself drawn,
not just to his skill,
but to the essence of his dedication,
a love for the craft,
the way he becomes
one with his work, his patients,
and the subtle beauty of his focus.
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Anatomy of Emotions
PoetryDive into the world of medical school through the eyes of a passionate and reflective student. "Anatomy of Emotions" is a poignant collection of poems that captures the relentless grind, sleepless nights, and profound moments of self-discovery faced...
