In sterile halls where hope resides,
A doctor toils with steady hands,
Through sleepless nights and endless tides,
To heal the ill and mend the lands.

With stethoscope and calm embrace,
They navigate through pain and fear,
A beacon in a troubled place,
Their presence brings the comfort near.

They listen to the silent cries,
And read the tales in each heartbeat,
A guardian where the sickness lies,
Their mission steadfast and complete.

In every life they touch and save,
A legacy of care unfolds,
For in their heart, the brave,
The story of a healer told.