On this stage I sit
With the loads of life
In my shoulder I carry
Responsibility of your children and wife.
I cut them open
To seize down your pain
I might make it harsh
But my attempts are never in vain.
You call me your God,
There my heart shakes
With loath of this position
My nights stay awake.
I am a simple human
When it comes on splashing stain
On my struggled journey to this career
You wash it all, like the rain.
Distressed, disturbed, distorted,
was I,when first operated a man
I promised several times to never do that again
But,the smile in his daughters face,made me believe what I can.
The world I see around
Is like my several children living
And that I realize
God is just not in praying,but is in becoming.
I shift my instruments
My rafts of boon and justice
Send my prayers to lord
With every birth of your matrix
Because the world you might see
Seems so diverse in your eyes
In my chamber, they're all one
The broken and tormented, urging to rise.
I might take a pride
For sometimes,it's my right
I gather your limited breathes into you
Letting you see the future,more bright.
For you might feel the world has fallen
But I keep my hopes higher than you do
I am that dawn
Which promises a day full of hue.
I might be a father,brother,son
When I leave my attic
But to the world I'm a saviour
A doctor, the title so charismatic.
