Stethoscope

Stethoscope is not just about a medical tool. It's told from the stethoscope's POV - witnessing life, death, and the silence in between.

The poem moves between clinical coldness and intimate warmth. One moment it's hearing heartbeats and "usual syllables," the next it's resting on a chest that will never beat again. The stethoscope becomes a silent observer to grief, denial, and that one strange, pretty moment when the sun kisses a still body and a smile finally appears on a face worn down by pain.

It's about power, helplessness, and memory. About how healers hold on even after the sound stops. About how death can feel both brutal and strangely peaceful.

If you've ever sat in a hospital room, or loved someone and felt powerless, this one will sit with you.