Happy Doctor's Day

When the body, our vessel, falters and wanes,

In the theater of life, where joy meets pains,

Questions arise, on existence, on being,

A shadow of doubt, a blur in seeing.

Then come the healers, with wisdom and care,

Doctors and Vaidyas, with knowledge they bear,

With hands of skill and hearts of compassion,

They mend our spirits in a sacred fashion.

Their touch, a balm, their words, a guide,

Through paths of healing, they walk beside,

They lift the veil, chase shadows away,

Restoring our strength, day by day.

In their hands, science and ancient art blend,

Through cure and upchar, our bodies they mend,

Bringing us back to the realm of the living,

A gift of life, so endlessly giving.

For when our tools of consciousness grow weak,

It's these humble saviors we often seek,

In their hands, hope and health reside,

Guiding us back to life's vibrant tide.