A bag full of dreams was all my mind possessed,
To leave my mark on the turbulent sands of time and be respected,
The innate desire to help others was what made me choose this path,
To ultimately don that heavy white cape, to save lives from Destiny’s wrath,
Lighting the midnight lamp and exploring the mysteries of human body,
Defying all odds, obtained the degree, my struggle that embodies,
Putting my aspirations on hold, to become a pillar of empathy,
Working immeasurable hours with sheer enthusiasm and humility,
But my haven came crashing down one day,
When I made a single humane mistake,
Couldn’t save one bound tightly in the arms of Death,
Tried applying everything I knew till his last breath,
But those heartless people couldn’t understand that I’m not God,
A money-laundering machine to be broken by a rod ,
Laying crumpled up in my office — withering and alone,
Lost in the abyss of my downfall, forever unknown.
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Contributing Writer
Rajiv Gandhi Medical College and Chhatrapati Shivaji Maharaj Hospital
Sejal Gupta is a third year medical student at Rajiv Gandhi Medical College and Chhatrapati Shivaji Maharaj Hospital in Thane, Maharashtra, India class of 2020. In 2025, she will graduate from Maharashtra University of Health Sciences with a MBBS degree. She enjoys writing poetry and prose, volunteering, sketching anime and voraciously devouring books in her free time. After graduating medical school in the future, Sejal would like to pursue a career in the field of Cardiology.