Sonnet- I’M Proud To Be A Doctor

Thank Thee 0 Lord, for making me Doctor;
Thou show’d me life and how to preserve it;
Its greatness lies in its noble factor;
Make me to serve the sick in manner fit.

I heal the wounds of the afflicted ones;
Ameliorate the anguish in their hearts;
I shower on them love in many tonnes;
They render praise to God and me in carts.

In life, I need not take the begging-bowl;
Peace of mind and satisfaction, they give;
Bless me 0 lord, let me not do things foul;
A disease-free and perfect life, I live.
Good that I chanced to become a Doctor,
Guide me 0 Lord; with life, I shouldn’t blunder.