I Have Always Wanted to Become a Doctor (A Tragic Poem)

I have always wanted to become a doctor,  

To treat the wounded, to mend the broken,  

To heal the pain that scars the soul,  

To offer hope when hope seemed stolen.  

I sacrificed my sleep, my youthful years,  

My social life, my silent tears.  

I traded joy for endless nights,  

With books and notes under dim lights.  

Just for the sake of those in need,  

I pledged my life to this noble creed.  

To serve, to care, to stand and fight,  

Against the darkness, with all my might.  

But at the end of my sacred vow,  

You monsters came, and I ask, how?  

How could you tear my pride apart,  

And plunge your claws into my heart?  

Devoured my skin, my flesh, my soul,  

Left me lifeless, robbed of my goal.  

I couldn’t scream, for you blocked my breath,  

Forced into silence, then into death.  

Monsters disguised as human beings,  

Carried out such vile, heartless deeds.  

Even my faculty, my own institute,  

Blamed me for daring to be resolute.  

“For she slept alone,” they said, in shame,  

As if my gender bore the blame.  

And I know that soon, the storm will pass,  

And justice denied will fade, alas.  

The nation lost a doctor’s hand,  

Yet to them, it’s easily replaced.  

But parents mourn a daughter gone,  

A brother lost, a sister erased.  

A lover cries for his heart torn,  

For what was precious, now forlorn.  

Irreplaceable is the life you took,  

And I’m a name, now closed like a book.  

I’ve always wanted to become a healer,  

But monsters made me a fallen martyr.  

In silence now, I rest in peace,  

My dreams, my life, forever ceased.

© NILOY SHOUVIC ROY