WHEN THY SCALP HANDLES THE SCALPEL!  

 

When you pass out as a medical graduate, with dream fulfilled and joy boundless,

Your mission accomplished and nobility,your future password reigning supreme,

The climb to fame and making a name,indeed becomes  painstaking and arduous,

The clank of the patients’ heart and yours too, should  be in synchronous  tone.

Miles to go, every step hazardous, every patient never the same in every disease,

Same ailment does  have  different faces, posing  a clinical challenge to your skill,

The same sized swellings have many differential diagnosis and intriguing in poise,  

Treat or not to treat surgically  lies  the greatest challenge ever, before your will.

The benefit of doubt should be  given ultimately towards  the patient’s wellbeing

Now that you enter  the world of  sick and infirmity,  with the scalpel’s company,

Even the physician in dire emergency, he  venesects with the services of a scalpel.

Along with the stethoscope, the ambassadors that  diligently decide your destiny,

Surgery for the needy, decisions be precise, remember Hippocrates’ golden vouch

Should cure his ailment, end his misery, not to swell thy coffers or towering frame,

Use thy scalp that conceals thy brain, judiciously always with that healing touch,

The scalpel will bring laurels for you, along with endless levels of  fame and name.