Stray thoughts

Stuck in yet another tedious lecture,
My mind lent itself to stray conjectures,
My brain racked with stray thoughts,
To these questions, answers i sought.

What does being a medical student entail-
Is it having your leisures curtailed?
Moreover, what is it to be a doctor,
Is the outcome worth the endeavour?

What feelings arise in a doctor's heart
When patients expect him to give death a start?
When the eyes of the suffering mutely hope for a miracle
While he knows, there is only scope for a debacle...

What is it to be considered a Saviour,
Having remedies forTB to a tumour,
To be thought of knowing every cure,
When the doc himself is not so sure.

What keeps doctors so sustained?
The strength to do the same, again and again.
The ability to re-enact the great drama,
Smilingly,willingly, left unscarred by the trauma.

Yet, after aspiring to acquire degree after degree
How many will treat all and the sundry and for free?
With the noble thought of rendering humanity a service
Thus fulfiling the long-made, old futile promise...

These nagging queries may well remain unanswered,
For some may find them strange, some absurd,
These are, but, the stray thoughts of an idle mind,
Indeed, aren't doctors a boon to mankind?