In halls where wisdom intertwines with care,
Where healing whispers dance in the sterile air,
A symphony of science sings its song,
A ballet of precision, where the brave belong.
Beneath the white coats and the watchful eyes,
The pulse of knowledge beats, a soft reprise.
From ancient herbs to high-tech glows,
The path of healing ever grows.
Cells and circuits, a dance so grand,
In labs where hope and progress stand.
The art of mending, hearts and bones,
In every test, a story’s sown.
With every breath and every beat,
Medicine's promise finds its seat.
In every trial, every cure,
A future forged, a life made pure.
©twisha ray
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