Cry- a doctor’s unheard line of thought

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The daunting days, long lethargic nights

Toiling in turmoil, deprived of food, of sleep

Away from home, from family, from love…

The hostel warden summons for the long-awaited call from home

Hearing Amma blabber, and Nanna.. well, just being Nanna

Never fails to be just that perfect tear trigger

Yet on the call we lie, “I’m fine Amma.. don’t worry!”

Getting back after ending the call, through the very crowded hostel hallways to the suffocating room

Consumed by loneliness 

In fear, silently, we all cry.

First day of the tryst with aspirations

Hard work and sacrifices finally pay-off,

Dreams become visions, and visions reality, 

The first step into the Medical College is embarked upon.

Learning the art of science from sources unlike,

From professors, from Nurses

From paramedics, from roommates

From the living, and from the dead

The urge to acquire and equip ourselves with knowledge and skills,

The absolute thrill in touching lives with the wisdom bestowed upon us

After another long tiring day at college and postings, back in the room

In joy, content, we all cry.

That moment when we are witness

To all the wonders Mother Nature has blessed us with

In bringing new life onto the earth, there is awe

In bringing a life out of the realms of death, there is fulfillment

In the eyes of loved ones, there is hope

In the smile of the relieved face of a child, there is bliss

Awe, fulfillment, hope, bliss

Give birth to the zeal to keep going

To keep touching lves in ways unfathomable.

Hard work and sacrifices pay-off yet again,

Things fall in place, everything has a meaning now

Everyday takes the soul closer to the essence of the being

Hours of work end in pure satisfaction.

In self-actualisation, peacefully, we all cry.

Masks on, PPE kits donned

Fighting demons, the ones invisible, the ones within

Looking brave in the face of terror

Putting ‘all’ above ‘us’

Shattering each time an uneventful news is to be disclosed, and worse

Dying inside each time fingers were pointed towards us

The daunting days, long lethargic nights

Toiling in turmoil, deprived of food, of sleep

Away from home, from family, from love…

On the ward floor, resting on the hospital stretcher, we sit

Fallen, tired, hit, abused, broken, in the dark

Let down, by the ones for whom we stand tall

Defeated by the demons, the ones invisible, the ones within

In grief, 

In sheer helplessness, after giving it all, alas

In fear, silently, we all cry. 

Srila Sreenivas

@Srila-Sreenivas

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