In sterile halls where whispers blend,
A symphony of care begins to mend,
With hands that soothe and hearts that tend,
The doctor stands, a faithful friend.

Through sleepless nights and endless days,
They navigate life’s fragile maze,
In search of light through healing ways,
Their mission clear, their spirit stays.

Beneath the mask, a gentle smile,
A beacon through each trial and mile,
With every step, they reconcile,
The pain with hope, the fear with guile.

So let us honor those who heal,
Whose touch and wisdom make us feel,
In every wound, a love so real,
The doctor’s gift, our wounds to seal.