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Let the world murmur as we walk,
Let them paint their stares with chalk.
Let the streets sneer their scorn,
Let’s make their scorn our fun.
Whatever the tide may be,
I’ll stick to you till the end of time.

Let the wind spiral its storms,
Let the trees lose their forms,
Let earthquake quake the earth.
I swear, all I’ve got is to stick to you.
I will stick to you till the end of time.

Even when the mountains rise like guards,
I will make it a shadow of rags.
Let rocks be thorns across our path
’Tis this one thing I’ve got to stick.
I’ll stick to you till the end of time.

You may fall while I break too,
You may fail countless times.
Even when your feet may fail you,
Even when the stars stop their shine,
And silence hovers our breaths
Still, I will stick to you.
I will stick to you till the end of time.

Let the river overflow its bank,
We drown or we drain.
Whether water takes or leaves,
I’ll let my lungs breathe their last for you.
I’ll let my bones lean where you fall.
Let death wait at the door
Still, I will stick to you.
I will stick to you till the end of time.

Like life gave me one duty:
To lean on your shoulder,
To stick beside your ashes.
Whatever life has to offer,
I swear, I will stick to you.
I will stick to you till the end of time.

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It is heavy upon me now,
I stare at the sun and the moonlight.
I stare at daylight,
I seek solace among the fig tree,
But the sun keeps withholding its smiles.

I stare at the world in its crowd,
Yet the crowd still feels like the desert.
I yearn for a soul to hear my silent screams,
I crave a soul to wrap around my shivering heart.
I ache for what’s absent,
Yet what I yearn for pulses within me.

I dance in the crowd that exposes my shadow.
I wobble in the noise of many silences.
I Look at the mirror like I’m a stranger.
I bear many scars like my second skin.
They say happiness is free,
They say my destiny is in my hands,
Yet these are priced beyond my reach.
How do I scale through so high walls?
Take me home, please, I need a savior.
Call me a savior.

Can’t you see a cracked vessel?
Can’t you hear the noise on the battleground?
Can’t you see the tears in the shimmering smiles?
The world seems insecure,
That I dare not shatter in front of watching eyes.

Are my yearnings valid?
But why isn’t it found on the shelf,
Yet it’s what I’ve got in stock
I need a savior
Not crowns of diamond,
Just a soul who sees.
One who sees beneath my breath.

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A Poem About Doctors, Burnout, and Sacrifice

Call Room Confession- Episode-Two

Yesterday night,
I walked into the call room,
not entirely excited.
This oath promised excitements
maybe yes, maybe not.

Did you see the collapsed young man?
Collapsed of UDGIB ulcer.
It was ulcer, not the kind caused by H. pylori.
H. pylori shifted the blame to my country’s cruelty.
It’s our leaders who stitched starvation.
Patients crowd into A&E like a social gathering.
I reached for my scrub like armor,
I flung on the stethoscope like a rosary,
to save the lives of crowded victims.

It had been over 72 hours
72 hours of tarry night and day,
like a marathon sprint through the valley of death.
Yes!! I now bear oxygen in my palms;
in my palms, I borrow breath for the dying souls.

Did you hear the sound of sirens like motorcades?
It was casualties that flooded in
human bodies torn open by reckless uniformed men.
They spray bullets like raindrops,
till it found the unarmed citizens.
Tell me, is hell worse than here?

And in all those stretches
all the bleeding,
I was breaking,
My breathing was fading.
On the outside, I wore a stethoscope,
while I forgot to pause.
I didn’t pause to listen to the music
the music of my own failing heart.
Until when my breath became air.

Don’t blame me.
Not for the tears I never cried.
Not for the birthdays I forgot.
Don’t blame me
for choosing to save
everyone
but me.

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